She reads over the message, then peeks out from around her tree, back in the direction of her lab. And eventually Caspar.

To keep the conversation going at this point would be stalling. He's right. Time to go.

Thank you for all the advice, Harrowheart. I'll let you know how it goes.

Her next text doesn't come until hours and hours later. It's short and simple, buffered on either end by heart emojis.

He loves me!