It was foreign to Lilia, the idea that he had not thought about leaving, but she supposed that was not an uncommon course. They had friends from childhood who still lived in this area, still had homes near their parents and they might never leave. Her eyes had always been on the horizon, she wanted to see what was beyond it and further. She watched as Simon and his mother hugged, a tightness forming in her chest. That was the sort of thing she desperately missed, the feeling of her parents' arms around her. The rough skin of her father's worn hands. She took in a deep breath and blinked back a sudden surge of emotion. It felt wrong to take him away from here, but she knew it was the right thing to do.<br/><br/>Lilia was tired, but she got the sense this could not wait for her to rest. She gathered up her suitcase again and headed toward the door, exiting so Simon could have a moment to reflect. She heard the words whispered under his breath and continued onward. She looked around, hoping the carriage might still be nearby, but it seemed they were out of luck.<br/><br/>"We can start on foot, the next town is only a few miles, perhaps we can get a carriage there..." She suggested. Lilia put one foot in front of the other, hoping she could help him avoid the temptation of turning back. It would be even more painful for Cassandra, that much she was sure of. "If we can get a carriage, it should be a day or so's travel from there. I have a friend who owns an inn in the south, she would probably give us a discount." It was not a lot, but Lilia had enough money they should be fine for a few weeks and if worse came to worst, she could buy some supplies and make some wares to sell.<br/><br/>She reached out and gave Simon's shoulder a reassuring squeeze as they walked on. "I know this is intimidating, but I think it's the right thing to do. If we know where you came from, you can then decide what you want from your life. Maybe you'll find you just want to return home, or perhaps you'll be able to hone the magic you have..." There was more she could think of, but she did not want to overwhelm him. He was not human, but she wondered if there were others like him out there, somewhere. Perhaps he was like some of the other magical creatures and his kind had just chosen to keep to themselves.