Short of physically stopping him from leaving, Melody could think of little ways to get him to stay. It wasn't as though she could chase after him either. By the time her layers were fastened enough to be deemed appropriate he would be long gone. Her grip on the blanket tightened. Would he come back if he left? She wasn't sure. How long was she to wait before fleeing herself?

She would have to chance returning home while he was gone. Her trunks were all mostly packed, and she was going to need goods to sell if she did need to flee. Melody started at him with wide, pleading eyes and defeated asked, "when will you be back?"