Listening intently to Kenth’s dream, Ithil felt a flush rising from her neck and she bent her head low to try and hide it.

After a few moments, Kenth leant in close and finished his story with those three words she had hoped to hear ever since the day she’d met him. Her cheeks burned as her eyes briefly met his and she smiled a little, wary and unsure though wanting more.

Shyly, Ithil placed a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. Despite the amorous tradition of Aurmordrian sweethearts, this was something infintely more tender and meaningful. Then gazing towards the small bed-side window she sighed, “Take me away with you.”

Watching the flurry of snow falling outside, Ithil reminded herself of all the restless times she had been isolated to her room with only that glass separating her from the world. And now that Kenth had returned, she had someone to share that world with and no reason to stay at the tavern any longer. “I don’t care where we go, just take me away with you. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.”