Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

he smiled, and mona felt the trembling of her body slow, then cease. "yes, of course," she purled in return, a laugh rising in her own throat that was coloured with relief. and yet that was not all she wished, but she could not find the words. "you are far from home," mona observed.
the scent of the sea still clung to him, but it was muted by the familiar fragrance of evergreen and snow. slowly the little cardinal inched closer, reaching up to preen tangles from the edge of his cheek. "i'm ... i'm glad." once more, she could not explain, but surely, somehow, he would understand.