Arthur paused another moment, looking at the other's own journal, smiling to himself at the quite possibly centuries of notes and sketches within.

Then he was touching his cheek again and he closed his eyes, leaning into it then cupping his hand over his own. He held it there for a long moment before letting go. "Take care of yourself friend." he said and turned away, not one to do goodbyes. He resumed cleaning up his camp, Edelweiss giving the man's shoulder a friendly nibble as if to bid him farewell too.