His hand was warm and solid around hers. Cian. It was singular and strong. Making small talk didn't have to be so strenuous, clearly.

"I just might do that," Julianna said when she'd taken her hand back. "I'll have some off time from classes when Christmastime comes, and I'll be ready for it my then. I love teaching, but everyone needs a break now and then."

It seemed as if the outing were about to come to an end, and the Watcher decided to leave the Irishman to his duties and not get in his way. She would have to remember to bring a light sweater down to the shoreline for her walk.

"It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cian," she said with a smile. "Hopefully next time there'll be a bar so you can get a drink after ferrying the fuddy-duddies from the university back and forth."