She lets him leave, but not without calling out one last time with a wave.

"A pleasure, Ben the Carver!"

She hugs her arms around her midsection giddily as she watches him go, happy with the prospect of a new muse. So much inspiration to be had in this town! More and more she's glad that she's stayed.

Now, back to business. Specifically, the prospect of throwing snowballs at the door of the constabulary sounds particularly appealing right now.