Haunted Wood let's forget about the party.

The woman was searching for her lover. After some solitude, she wanted to have some fun.
She trotted up alongside him, brushing lovingly against him.
"You seem troubled, my love." She whispered to him, soft concern in her eyes.

He seemed off. Maybe he fed off seawater and the lack of it was slowly killing him. She'd laugh if she didn't want him to feel better. 
Perhaps he needed a real spar, something to let off steam. Of course, a spar would only lead into the couples dance. Maybe Venny would stumble across them and be watching from the shadows...
She pressed a kiss to him, staunching her flow of thoughts.