Wapun Meadow Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow...

At the words, his chest released the pressure he had been holding in. Interesting. Seems it was anxiety. 
He had been secretly hoping she said yes. 
And she did.

At this knowledge, Cry faced her, and said softly, 
"Thank you."

He felt his lips lift lightly, and soon found himself to be smiling. 
Cry was smiling. 
As quickly as it was born, it was buried, his face an expressionless mask yet again.

"A doe was wounded by a fallen tree, up ahead north west, 18 meters from here. She made the mistake of trying to cross a bog, and got her leg suck in a boulders crevice." 

Cry had kept her alive to preserve her freshness.
Apparently her time had run out.