Larksong Grotto dreamer trapped by your desire

She nods at his mention of quick departures; he's right, and it's a theme that makes her weary as of late. The inkstain has no intention of repeating it here. His offer only makes her pause for a moment. I would like that, She tells him, and finds she means it— it's been some time since the encounter, and as far as she's concerned she'd done nothing to warrant a grudge.
I might stay here a few days— no quick departure this time, She offers a smile, glancing away briefly as movement catches her attention. It's gone just as quickly, and immediately forgotten. Lately I've found myself tired of constantly traveling.