[Her hand clasping against his own, the moonlacing kicks up, a warmth that blossoms between them. It isn't unexpected at this point, and in fact, in this moment there's reassurance to be found in the gesture.]

...That is a possibility, yes.

[A light squeeze of her hand, oh-so-subtle.]

Being able to choose is almost frightening in its possibilities, but knowing that it's a decision that only I can make is empowering in its own way. Even so, I'll still miss you when you're gone. Nothing will halt that.