[ Ah, a calling. He's silent for a moment, then sighs, heavy. ]

Wait, one second?

[ He takes the things back inside, and he's brief before he's coming out again. A basket with the items in it, a scarf that he wraps around her neck once the basket is set down. Some mittens as well, though those get tucked into the basket proper.

He fusses a little, before cupping her face to tilt her head and kiss her forehead. ]

I will not stop you, nor beg you to stay, but know, my dear. Should you ever desire to come back, we will be waiting. We - I - love you.