Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

Sorin sighs contentedly as Liri presses into him. For once, he had not a care in the world about being so close to someone. But then, Liri was not just anyone. She had had been forged through adversity, much like himself. Somehow, they had both come out alive, and had found each other. He was glad beyond measure with how fate had brought them to meet.
He nodded to her thanks, silently pledging that he would allow no one to treat her with such cruelty if he was around. She didn't deserve anyhting but admiration and respect for still living after all she had suffered.

As she smiles at him, he cannot help but smile back, a real genuine smile that displays the remnants of his youth, which had been long buried by pain and sorrow, but were dredged up by the admittance of his past. Although he had aged early, Sorin still had some youthful dispositions about him, though they had rarely been on display as of late. With her though, he could drop the guard he had carried for so long.

"If we're going to move out soon, we should probably go hunt tomorrow," he said, knowing the band will need some form of sustinece before beginning any sort of long trek. "I might have an idea of where we can find something. A couple months ago, I came across big group of pheasants in the meadow to the west." He eyes turn as he speaks, his gaze seeming to seek out the meadow where he had hunted. "We might be able to find a few, if we look hard enough." He glances at Liri, smiling fondly as he remembers the hunting lessons with Viggo. "I might get the chance to show you just what the old man taught me." he chuckles.