Blackfeather Woods And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

She gave a small, sad huff of laughter as he mentioned bringing her a gift. I do not need gifts, she told him. She just needed him, alive and healthy. She had grown far too accustomed to him being with her; she had let herself come to need him on many levels, and she didn't want to have to continue on without him. She had continued on without too many loved ones, and her soul was tired from it. 

She walked over and very carefully settled down behind him so that she could rest her head on his side away from any injuries. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, opening them back up when she spoke again. I hope you are right. I think we could both use a break. They were supposed to come here and grow closer together—learn more about each other, but it seemed like there were things in their way at every turn. She wondered if she would ever know a calm, happy life.