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[ Shoulders rising as she breathes through her nose, she nods. Before she hops does from the wagon, however, she gives him a whisper. ]

Love you, darling.

[ Grabbing her bag from the back of the wagon, she looks back at him just once more. Checking in for a room is simple enough; after she's dropped her belongings, she'll go down to the bar to order ale and light food, in hopes that William might see her on the way to his own room, and join her. ]

Love you, as well.

[ He speaks equally as soft, watching as she ventures towards the inn. Finally settled into his own room, he meets her at the bar. ]

No issues, I take it?

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[ Leaning forward to rest her elbows on the counter, as she's seen so many men do, it appears she's trying to make the exchange look more casual as she slides her plate his way to share while he waits to order. ]

None to speak of. Not yet, anyway. Yourself, my-- friend?

[ Her attempts at acting more masculine are ironically adorable, but he doesn't let any of that show on his face. ]

None. Should things continue as they are, we should be able to reach the coast by midday, I would think.

[ The barkeep brings him a mug of ale and takes his order for food saying it should be out shortly. ]

[ Grell hums with a nod. ]

Hopefully we won't have trouble getting on a boat from there. I feel we will truly be at ease once we are.

I certainly will.

[ William sips at his drink. ]

What would you like to see while we're in France?

[ That gets a smile out of her. ]

Paris. Of course.

[ She knows she must speak more quietly of the things that excite her most, and so she's nearly mumbling as her fork pushes at the food on her plate. ]

The art, the fashion... perhaps I could get one of those fancy powdered wigs until my hair grows out again.

[ Thankfully, everyone else seems to be either too engulfed in their own conversations or passed out drunk. William frowns, giving her a side-eye as the barkeep places his food before him. ]

Those are a bit much, even for you.

[ Grell's face falls with a snicker. ]

Fine, fine. I suppose I'll learn how to live as I am.

[ Peeking over her glasses at him, she tilts her head. ]

What are you most looking forward to?

Even if you aren't as you wish, I think a bit of confidence with how you are now would help you feel stronger.

[ A bit of vague wording, should anyone be close enough to hear. ]

I would agree with you on art. The architecture, as well. There are so many beautiful churches that would be wonderful to visit.

[ A contemplative, although somewhat unsure hum follows; however, to his latter input, she shoots him an amused little look. ]

Churches, you say?

Notre Dame, of course. La Sainte-Chapelle is another. I've read descriptions of her breathtaking stained glass windows. It would be nice to take in the sight, myself.

[ Ah, perhaps William is a bit of a romantic deep at heart! ]

[ Such has her eyes softening. ]

And so you shall.

[ Sitting up with a roll of her shoulders, Grell sighs tiredly. ]

We might as well take in all that we can as we search for a place to settle, in any case.

[ A firm nod of agreement. ]

Keep in mind, we may have to settle with something less than desirable, at first.

[ Lips quirking as she dreads what such conditions could be, she glances about before muttering to him. ]

Well, though I might complain, know that I am content so long as we're together.

I don't want to hear any complaints, then.

[ It's unclear whether he's teasing or scolding, as his voice is so monotone. But there's no frown on his face, so that's saying something. ]

I can't promise you that.

[ In contrast, she quirks a brow with a playful little smirk! ]

[ He gives her a side-eye look, his gaze much colder than usual. ]

That timid side of yours seems to be fading away rather quickly, as of late.

[ That expression causes that confidence to visibly falter, however; she sinks in her seat, shoulders raised, face saddened. ]

You don't like it.

[ He looks to her, a frown now on his face. ]

I did not say that. I am glad you're gaining confidence.

[ That has her easing, though she still looks weary. And confused! ]

Then... what's wrong?

You sound as though you may become a bit rebellious.

[ He gives a small shrug. ]

I suppose that isn't entirely a bad thing, but I do like your shy side quite a bit.

[ The mere idea that she could even be rebellious has the redhead's brows ticking upward in surprise - and the latter has her lowering her face just so, in an effort to conceal her flush. ]

Well... fortunately for you, then, I don't think I ever could have it in me to be so forward.

[ Pushing her plate forward enough to fold her arms along the bar, she lets out a breathy sigh. ]

I'm tired, and yet-- [ She mutters quite low. ] I don't know that I'm prepared to sleep without you.

I will be a room away.

[ He would take her hand in this moment, but unfortunately that can't be done in this setting. ]

Things will be fine, I promise you that.

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[ There's a longing quality to the way she gazes into his eyes, and yet, she offers a short nod. ]

Yes, it's just-- well, I'm certain you feel it, too.