"It doesn't seem like it has changed much in the last several years, but we aren't yet beyond this bench," she gave a slightly wheezy chuckle as they spoke, her hand moving again to her sternum while she sought to catch her breath. "The way Whitby looks matters less to me than some of the people who I am hoping to see." She gave a slight smile at that and the sound of hooves clopping came to her attention. That must have been the cab nearing, she thought, and it was. "This must be for me." She moved to get her belongings, not asking for help even though he was offering at every turn.