Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

She jumped. She fell into him. He breathed, long, slow, holding her there unintentionally. It's okay, Taikon speaks softly, inhaling the scent of her from beneath the blood and disaster, unable to restrain himself from doing so. She smelled vaguely of woodland, or leaf litter, and cedar needles.
The look she gave him caused him once again to lose words. It was as though he was home, as though nothing else in the world could possibly matter but that strange, icy stare.
She went on, telling him he was trustworthy. He nodded. He was. She knew the way. Amazing. That's.. just what we need, he spoke slowly, finding it almost impossible that he had even run into her. Finally, he shook his head, remembering that in fact he did not know her at all. He thought briefly of Takiyok, wondering if she was okay out there. I'm Taikon, he said, and as the prince always did, he stepped back and knelt down low. The prince of nothing bowed to her, as though she was Queen of all the world.