[ Kaspar's smile softens, though like most times he carries himself with a peace that comes naturally. Casually, he closes the distance with light fingers, as deft with locks as they are with buttons, bullets, or tea as they move to settle his hair into something more presentable.

Eventually, standing beside him with one hand in his hair, Kaspar speaks more freely again. Truthfully, he believes that if anyone might find a way, it is van Zieks. He only doubts there is one, as this sort of trap feels like a familiar yet prettier one. ]

... I can help you, tend to the farm in the meantime, then. There is no predicting love though, I believe.

But in this way, should you find it, then you might have the option of not returning home alone.