Stone Circle Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

She says nothing but pulls tight her lips, brows folding over her eyes. She always had worn her heart on her face, she never was good at restraint or secrets and keeping this from Louis felt so wrong. But it felt wrong, too, to tell him.

“Louis…” she breathes but searching his eyes pulls her strength.

“I’ve missed you,” she confesses. “I want to hear all about your adventures and who you’ve met, and where you’ve been, and what you’ve seen.” She sinks in beside him- though a distance kept, even if a part of her wanted to burrow into his embrace, to smell the North on him and all the places he’s been and feel a little bit of what once was home.