She made a noncommittal sound in her throat. Truly she couldn't imagine anything more lovely that Glynn's own Turning festivals, but she refrained from sharing that lest it sound in any way like she was second-guessing her decision. His question prompted a slow knotting of her brow and a slow shrug. "I... hadn't even thought about it. I imagine I might, if I can." It occurred to her that aside from the role of her apprenticeship, she had truly no idea what to expect from this journey. That was not exactly a comforting thought. She looked up at him, some skepticism tilting her lips.
Going to Castyll was a brilliant opportunity, surely. One that she'd begun to suspect would never actually happen, certainly not for a Tillan from such a small town. But it was also an escape, a convenient 'pause' on their engagement, and before he'd made that promise to her Reagan had been convinced that Luke was looking forward to her departure as much as she was. Now she wasn't so sure, and once again she found herself at a loss with the youngest Fox sibling. Was there anyone else who confounded her so much?