Blackfeather Woods with weed, liquor, and sex

Her words coated him like a warm blanket. She warmed his heart and chased away his fears.
He listened to her words, pressing his nose against her leg and breathing in her sweet scent. 
He could be dead. She could be dead.

"I'll never go near it unless I have to, Mother." He made the promise in a heartbeat, accepting easily what she wished. It was in good intentions and he wasn't too keen on going back either. He'd certainly keep well away from big holes in the ground now.
He wouldn't say he wasn't injured, his head, heart, and pride hurt. But he supposed he got off lightly compared to the girl.
He never learnt her name.
"I love you too." He murmured quietly, resting his chin on her leg and slowly drifted asleep.