It seems much darker than it should be, all of a sudden. Usually she can count on some sort of light, be it from the stables or the forge, or the bar ahead, but tonight as she walks there's nothing but shadow.

She lifts her hand to her face, listening to the rush of wind through leaves and branch and brush, and when he speaks it startles her so much that she jumps.

She turns to him, heart racing. When did he get so close without her noticing?

"...Oh," she blinks, focusing on her gloves. "Yes, thank you, I must have... they must've slipped from my pockets somehow."

She steps up to him with a gentle smile on her face, reaching to reclaim her gloves.