Cedar Sweep The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

A soft sigh at his clear movement away from the conversations at hand. It both endeared her and exasperated her, with his clear dislike of emotional conversations. How would she ever make him see her as less than a princess and goddess as her father so proclaimed. She didn't want to be his goddess or his princess.

She was not privy to his thoughts, but there was a look in his eyes that said it was not a pleasant thought. And she knew him well enough to know were she to push. He'd ignore. His words were firm, he had made a decision. Now she must follow it. 

She searched, the light at the edges of the sky darkening. The first hole she came upon was large and smelled almost sweet. Larger than what a rabbit would make she was certain. Though she wasn't entirely certain she was following a rabbit trail. She had only found rabbit after it was caught for her.

Then she found a hole beneath a tree, but the scent from there was dusky and musty. Old. Finally she found a few burrows of what she thought was rabbit and she looked up at him with wood eyes. Is this a rabbit hole, Ully?