For whatever it was worth, Wyll probably wouldn't have noticed an attempt to flirt anyway. His swashing buckles had been purely for giggles, the dork.

He did note the pink upon her freckled cheeks though; felt his own warming as he escorted her out into the city proper. Any sense of cheeriness faltered slightly at the mention of 'the Calamity.'

"I can imagine with a title like that, it is not a joyous history to recall anyway." He said. "How far apart are you now?"