[ The sound of the spindle is gone and she can see that he can back away.

Good, good. At least he's no longer compelled to follow her, because it can't be fun being forced to follow people. ]

I... [ but does she want to be alone? She's met one other person around here so far and while Martin had been nice enough to make sure she found a coat to keep warm, she also hadn't wanted to impose on his company. ]

Is there a way we can... keep in touch? [ The sound of her voice is uncertain. As if she already expects that Jon will say no.

Softly, she adds: ] I've never told anyone else about... about what happened. I don't know anyone here. And I don't know how I can get home.

It would be... good... to know a friendly face.