Sun Mote Copse Still getting used to road regrets

”Mmh,” Niamh mused out loud, thinking about getting a meal- but like him, she didn’t want to move. ”Later, though.” She said, leaning against him gently, as though to reiterate the point that she didn’t want him to go anywhere just yet. 

And he was right. If all existance ended at that point, at least they were there and in it together. Maybe not as together as she wanted, but if all she could have was his shoulder to rest her chin against, then she’d take that and simply enjoy the time she had.