"I know how old I am, Lukas Fox! And I didn't mean I wasn't thinking about... that, just not with..." She made an impatient huffing sound and gesticulated wildly with the one hand that wasn't dangling her shoes. She wasn't normally so easily flustered, but then it wasn't exactly typical that she was discussing sex (or a pointed lack thereof) with him, either.
She only stopped trying to out-pace him when she felt his hand capture hers, and she came to a stop to face him with a dubious look on her face. She was expecting him to tease her, or perhaps say something crude, and tension gathered in the rigid set of her shoulders. She ticked her eyes up from where they locked on his to glance at the way the wind set his dark curls to dishevelment.
And then he thanked her.
She did not pull her hand away.
"For what?" She wasn't the one who'd posed the promise, after all. In fact, she realized, she should probably be the one thanking him. It was no small thing for him to offer, Gods knew.