Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

There was no real label to put on their relationship. Ingiullik fancied them as husband and wife, isolated as they were. There was no one to contest this in her own mind, and nothing Winterbourne did suggested otherwise. He cared for her so dutifully! It was a struggle to find ways to reciprocate — to broadcast her tenderness and devotion through acts of service. He hunted for them, and she went along when she could catch him at it. He watched over her, and she did the same, but did he feel as safe as she did under his watchful eyes.

"You are staring at me," she accused, coquettish in her teasing despite sensing no flirtation in her man's gaze. "Is there nothing else for you to look at?"

She was trying to teach him the mountain tongue. This amounted, most often, to him having no idea what she was saying.