Eppie tipped her head in thought, a carefully-placed curl falling to brush her cheek. He was polite, and didn't press her overmuch. That was good...she liked men that took what one gave them. She noticed that he was still holding her hand, but besides a barely imperceptible squeeze of his longer fingers (never hurt to make nice, after all) gave no sign.
"Oh, I'd say...li'le less than a fortnight, almost? I kept a bit t'meself, though." She smiled, and her eyes crinkled up in honest pleasure, even as they squinted into the bright sunlight. "I can see that'll 'ave to change."