Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

She grinned to him, thinking for a moment.
Too, a wanderer. Perhaps his befalling as a prince had impacted him more than he wanted to admit and just wanted to tie it down to wanting to be left alone.
Fear, if you asked Sorscha.
But she didn't say much.

"Wandering is fun, you get to meet so many new faces," her tail waved gently as she moved off, taking a wander through the trees. 
"But you're right, I like not being tied down," she glanced to him, looking for his reaction. Agreement or no.