[ he followed after her, silent in her wake until she reached the door. ]
You're leaving?
[ he won't keep her if she wished to go, but it felt awkward, letting her leave so soon and awkward asking her to stay. There were words he wished to say, that charm was to protect her smile, or so an old friend had once told him. But he was still uncertain how much friend or foe she truly was. Memories are one thing, living it another. He has never forgotten where that knowledge came from. ]