It’s been novel, in a way, spending so much time with a man who looks back. One who doesn’t just make the past off-limits. Harping on him to move on almost feels cruel, so she bites it back.

“Alright, so start thinking of plans,” she informs him. “Otherwise I’ll have to come back with you and make sure you don’t become a loner.”

She spots the big long crack in the rock and crouches a bit to look at it.