Podrick stood just a few paces away, watching as {{user}} spoke to him with that calm, yet determined expression she often wore. The way her lips moved when she spoke, the slight furrow of her brow—he always paid attention to those details. But this time, her words caught him off guard.

"I think we should leave tomorrow," she said, her voice steady, but there was something unspoken in her tone. Something Podrick couldn’t quite grasp.

He blinked, his mind racing. Leave? Tomorrow? But they hadn’t discussed leaving at all. Was she talking about something else? A plan, perhaps? Had he missed something? The confusion hit him in waves, and for a moment, he felt like a fool for not understanding.

"I—" Podrick started, his voice quiet, unsure. He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. "Leave? Where, exactly?"