It's very possible, but. Y'know.

Barbaric times like these? Life expectancy's kinda low. Plagues, wars, famine...

[ Dick hesitates before he drones on about the horrors of the world. He vaguely remembers Rapunzel being spoonfed too much of that stuff back when they were kids. ]

Then again, she could also be perfectly fine. A well-adjusted young adult... like we are.

[ His ironic tone betrays a bitterness that's only festered since his parents' deaths. A bitterness tempered by everything he's gained since then, admittedly, but a bitterness nonetheless. ]

Nevermind that. This should be a good place to camp for the night, then we should be able to reach Corona proper by sundown tomorrow.

[ The spot Dick has identified is a space in the woods where just enough trees stand apart from each other that a campsite becomes viable. Dick's eyes seem well-trained for the darkness, like surveying environments without a sufficient light source is something he's had to get used to.

He doesn't even take long to return with firewood, lighting a fire between himself and Rapunzel. ]

Make yourself at home, I suppose.