He had to let out an amused snort, because of course she had. Libera had always reminded him of the phrase 'better to seek forgiveness than ask permission', and this was no exception.
Part of him wanted to wish her well on her trip and see her off. The other part, well...it was louder, and all it was saying was that time was running out. The two of them might live forever (or near enough), but Mary wouldn't. Mary was dying in a Chicago hospice, and this would likely be their only chance to say goodbye.
"Just give me a moment to pack a few things," he said, squeezing her hand before retreating to his bedroom.