She follows his line of sight - he must be right about this, she wouldn't know; she envies that darkvision a lot in this realm - and tries to imagine the city being there. Beyond the shaded trees. Beyond the lurking dangers.

"It's a good thing we're both good at improvising," she jokes back, her voice a little on the wry side.

Her expression softens as she spots the campsite in the distance, and she brushes the back of her fingers over his knuckles - touch, gentle and casual, easy as breathing.

"I'm going to help the others with dinner," she says, "but... Find me, when they've gone to sleep?"