Fishblight Mire Flicker

Compared to what we know it isn't so domestic, he says.

He knows she's picturing it. His expression softens as he watches her lose herself in her daydream, wishing nothing more than to insert himself into whatever was going on behind her eyes.

Nox didn't consider himself worldly; he'd never had the taste for travel, and he didn't see that changing any time soon. But maybe it was just the idea of travel he didn't like. It seemed so lonely. If he really thought about it, though, was what she suggested any different than what they were doing now? As long as they took their time and came home when they needed to...

But he didn't have the chance to affirm her desires before she lovingly, delicately placed a bomb in his hands. He hadn't thought of it, really. When he imagined their life together, of course he imagined their children and grandchildren. But was that what she wanted? Did he see things this way because that's how he had been raised to? I — I think so, Elphie, he said as his ears fell to the sides.

Do you? He doesn't give her the opportunity to reply. Because it's okay, y-you know, if you don't. He doesn't want her to think he expects this of her; he wants her to know that if the rest of their lives were spent alone together, that it would be enough for him.