"I have yet to travel to the east, if you are in need of company along the road. If it isn’t bold to offer such." Iona spoke after a moment, glancing toward the way he’d been walking when they’d met. She grinned in return, hiding another laugh behind her hand.
"Years? Well, perhaps it should stand that you need someone to keep you from getting distracted, at the very least. Your sister might worry if you are several years late."
“No, of course not,” Finrod smiled, inclining his head. “It is long since I had someone to talk with as I travel - it would be refreshing, to say the least. One does get bored of one’s own voice, after a while.”
He laughed at that, thinking that Artanis was rarely worried by anything. “Ah, she’s used to it by now. She knows not to expect my arrival at any reasonable time.”