Luke, too, relaxed a little more as they set of in a mutually agreed-upon direction, and didn't reach again for her hand. It still warmed him a little, however, to know that she hadn't immediately flinched away from the contact. That was progress, even if it was the slow, minimal kind. The kind that would likely be knocked back rather a lot the moment she left, but Luke was trying not to think about that.
The full weight and scope of exactly what he'd just promised her wouldn't really occur to him until after she'd been gone for a few weeks and it began to truly dawn on him that two years was a long time, but for now, he was pleasantly happy with the agreement they'd come to. "I reckon it's possible," he said. "But I guess there'll be less trees in general, in the city. I've heard that Turning's gorgeous, though. Especially at Canwyn." He turned his head toward her. "You think you'll come back to visit, ever? Or is it not allowed?"