Cassandra is terribly pleased by his answer, although she’d never admit it. Aloud or otherwise. She enjoys his company, that’s all; which is fortunate, given how often their paths seem to cross. It’s nice, though. She doesn’t mind.

The smile she gives him is bright and warm. “That’s all right. I rode out intending to be gone for some time, myself.” The pack her horse carries is proof of that. She’s planning on taking advantage of her newly gained freedom. “So I’ll join you for the duration, I think.” Roselake had been one of the places she’d intended to explore, anyway.