Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

     Embry relaxed beside the female. He watched her gaze flutter along the stream and grinned, half-heartedly, at the thought. She was no doubt forming their survival plans for the next few days. He felt a slight tremor of pride at the sight - this beautiful female so serious. And then that wink... His heart was beating again - that mad man's tap dance that sent jitters down his spine. He would have liked to keep the memory lasting, but her tone dragged him from his stupor. As always, the girl was right. Why, mon cheri, did you ever catch my eye?

     He felt himself yawn at the sight, arching slightly as his mouth widened. The sunlight felt pleasant on his coat, and the sound of the churning water was coaxing him into a somewhat involuntary trance. If not for Feyre, he would have been asleep by now. Her features tensed, though, and he was immediately tugged from the daze. Once again, he could not resist the urge to comfort her. Restraint. He chided himself. Survive, first, you idiot.

     "I... I've been this way before." He was hesitant to speak about it. The last time he'd discussed his journey from the Fen, he had been tempted to snap the poor wolf's ears off. He just didn't enjoy relapsing that past endeavor. Now, though, it was paramount to their future. He had no choice, especially not with Feyre. He searched her gaze, summoning whatever warmth and reassurance he could muster. It would take time, but life would smooth itself back out. "This river leads northward to a swamp. There's a big reservoir just beyond there that sits beneath the Deepwood Weald. Once we rest there, we can probably make it past the Honeyed Pasture and break for either the Firefly Hot Springs or further along the Coast. It will take a few days, give or take, if the weather holds... And then... And then we can see what opportunities come find us."