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

Ingiullik leaned against him with a soft sigh of contentment, feeling undeniably loved and cared for. She had not imagined romance would feel so good or so simple as this — like being held, but in a way she had never been held before.

She liked it. She hoped it would never end.

"This forest?" she asked, her tone strange. Was there anything beside this forest? It took her a moment to remember, and the weight of her sorrows threatened briefly to crash down on her once more. But sheltered as she was in his arms, she was only melancholy for a moment before her thoughtful answer came: "I do. It is lovely here." Her heart beat faster. "Why do you ask this?"