Barrow Fields we were hoping for some romance

She let the bump knock her a bit off balance, laughing softly but making no attempt at retaliation. Instead she listened to the description intently, ignoring the slight prickle of discomfort at Blixen's obvious melancholy. Some part of her felt obligated to offer comfort, but she didn't really know how.
Maybe it's not as bad as you think, She offered, eyes trailing over the mounds dotting the field as she glanced all around them, just in case. Life is really unpredictable— I guess that means it could also be worse, but that's why we're out here, right? To find out. It sounded lame even to her, so she tacked on: I'm rooting for you— well, obviously. For what it's worth, anyway.