As River curls into him and rests her head on his shoulder, Wilhelm shifts to drape an arm around her like a blanket. That leaves one hand to hold hers. It's hard to say if it's more for her or himself, the close knit of their selves, but he hopes it's both. He contemplates her question, a quiet hum sitting in his throat.

"Maybe Nott?"

It's the most obvious choice. He knows the town well enough and already has courier work lined up for him there. But because this is a game of speculation, he's not limited by what might be most practical.

"Or we could try going all the way to Borrel." He doesn't know how far away it is. He doesn't even know the way, other than south and toward the sea. "We'd get to see so many new things. It would be like a roadtrip."