Jade Fern Grove the ache and pull of despair

She wanted to stay together – and to solidify this, she wanted to go look at the river and perhaps give it a name. He felt exhaustion pull at him – knowing that while she wanted to move on as if nothing had happened, he wasn’t even sure his feelings for her were the same.
 
He swallowed his words. He held back anything that would seep past his lips that would further the two from one another. He forced a nod, his eyes dull as they swept over her. “Lead the way,” he spoke, the fight pushing away from him as if he were no more than an empty shell. He pulled back, waiting for her to go forward – his eyes were rapt upon her, but his features indistinguishable.
 
Maybe Scimitar was no more than a dead man walking, now.