Witch's Marsh going on tilt

He was exactly as she remembered. All of his grievances and his heartaches of the past while were hidden from sight, and Saena could no sooner guess at what troubling things Luke had done recently than she could guess the names of the stars. An unpracticed and imperceptive eye beheld him; she missed the telltale crinkle of skin over ribs, overlooked the signs of mental and physical deterioration, so very easily. She pranced forward a few careful steps, closing the distance as he danced around her while murmuring her name, and her tongue lolled in response.

What he asked of her ought to have come crashing down with the weight of a redwood, but somehow, the question came lightly. Her expression scarcely changed as she registered it and imagined, for a moment, what life might be like. To leave this accursed wood and all the trials and tribulations that came with it behind. To start over anew, make a new name and a new life for herself, with Luke. To adopt his easygoing attitude and his optimistic outlook. To hang up the mantle of alpha, or claim it anew under the guise of a different wolf, with different comrades.

It was tempting, and not known for her willpower, Saena easily said, "okay."