Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

He crunches across the grass a few steps but stops when she speaks, and turns, listening but not looking at her. He's watching the silhouette of the mountain with a deep longing. He could accompany her some of the way, and probably would if asked - but it isn't far, and she is stronger than she looks. He does not detect any dangers between them and home, so he relaxes his body. His mind remains active and alert, focused, and he murmurs over his shoulder: I can walk with you. If it makes her feel safe. But there is a limit to how far he will go.