Neverwinter Forest wind my way out of the city

It was hard to keep her composure when he next spoke. Fondly, she remembered her mother's words. If you ever find yourself a man, do not cry for him. Not until you have warmed his hearth for more than one sleep. She had neither slept with nor knew deeply much about Dutch, so why did she feel for him so?

And while Dutch's realisations lay beneath Tulugak's knowledge, she blinked once, twice, and let out a breathy sigh. 

Though she had little practice herself, she was reminded of their first meeting and how carefree she had felt in their game of make-belief. Dutch was a lover of tales - she supposed that was part of what made him so charming. Putting some distance between herself and what she must say would make it a little easier, no? 

"Can I tell you a story?" drawing closer until she could see the sheen in his goldflower eyes.