{{user}} was planning to run away. Murren Ross knew it. He did. She just wasn't admitting it, yet.

"What about the new earasaid, and the dresses?"

"You're leaving, aren't you? That's what it's been all about. All the stuff you've asked for. You're running away." He pressed.

"No," She responded immediately,

"Where are you going?" He continued, as if she hadn't spoken, "Inverness, it has to be..."

"Ren..."

"I want to come with you."