The familiarity of the moment wasn't lost on him, and he took comfort in it as much as he could without letting himself forget why the feel of her hand in his had become so foreign and missed over the passing months since the Crucible. He'd tucked her away nice and safe in another dimension, even went so far as to give her a part of himself when there was nothing else to give, but walking in stride with her now on a nameless road in the middle of a new adventure, he remembered just how much he'd cost the three of them with that selfish decision.
His hand tightened once she accepted the gesture, fingers flexing between her own and refusing to let go until it was absolutely necessary. Just like old times. “Aternaville,” he murmured once, then said it again and drew out the name, putting emphasis on the 'ville' with a cluck of his tongue.
“Aterna, aterna, aterna—reminiscent of the Latin word Aeterna, which roughly translates to 'Eternal',” he explained, tilting his head to the side and inspecting the blond with wide-eyes. “Curious name for a sleepy little town in Canada,” he muttered in an airy voice, raising two brows in her direction before glancing off toward the horizon.
He might not have said it aloud, but 'Eternal' wasn't exactly encouraging, especially if they ever planned on leaving.