[ Silas looks back.

His eyes are shadowed by the wide brim of her hat, harder to read the longer he’s stood there. ]

I was to spend another night here, with an additional stop nearer the city before rejoining her in Ostwick two days from now.

[ He folds himself to sit himself down in the bed of grass he’d left from before, much of it already sprung back up crooked into disarray. ]

We've seen little worth reporting.