Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

He lay there and she settled in beside, sharing company for a bit before she returned.  The fire in her was sated for a while, reduced to a burning smolder that would likely stoke once more later, once this interlude wore off.

After a time she'd return back to the shore, but for now, she welcomed their silent repose, needing a break of her own to rest her tired frame.