[Jill hardly would have minded carrying the sandwiches – the bag is easily manageable, even if it's a little heavy from the thermoses filled with orange juice she also brought along – but she doesn't mind Clive taking it either, and so she angles her shoulders to make it easier for him. Time has stolen much from him, and she's glad that his chivalry has remained intact. Grateful, too, that after thirteen years of being treated as something less than human, they've each been able to find their true selves reflected in the other's love, and happy to see how much more he smiles these days.
Her heart still flutters whenever he looks at her with that reignited light in his eyes – one that shines every bit as brightly in her own – and if he feel a fraction of the same way about her resurgent happiness, then she's also happy for that.]
Your lady does desire it, just as she desires to see your wishes fulfilled.
[The cottage he's pointed to is nestled among too many trees for her to get a good sense of it yet, but that's hardly a drawback; she'd grown to enjoy the seclusion of the Hideaway, and there's something about the way the cottage tucks itself away that gives her a similar feeling. Besides, she likes seeing its charm reveal itself like a treasure emerging from beneath wind-blown sand the nearer they get. There's something homey about how its how its entrance opens up like outstretched arms and the way a shallow pond curls up next to it like a loyal companion, and she lets her mind wander to thoughts of Torgal chasing a herd of potatoes around the grounds while Ambrosia grazes nearby.]
It's beautiful, isn't it? More so than I'd have thought to dream.
[Here, Jill shifts, moving to take Clive's hand again as she starts walking them towards the front door.]
Whenever we'd talk about our plans back in Valisthea, I always assumed it would have been months, if not years, before we'd be able to find a place of our own. I can scarcely believe we'll have one before the day ends.
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Her heart still flutters whenever he looks at her with that reignited light in his eyes – one that shines every bit as brightly in her own – and if he feel a fraction of the same way about her resurgent happiness, then she's also happy for that.]
Your lady does desire it, just as she desires to see your wishes fulfilled.
[The cottage he's pointed to is nestled among too many trees for her to get a good sense of it yet, but that's hardly a drawback; she'd grown to enjoy the seclusion of the Hideaway, and there's something about the way the cottage tucks itself away that gives her a similar feeling. Besides, she likes seeing its charm reveal itself like a treasure emerging from beneath wind-blown sand the nearer they get. There's something homey about how its how its entrance opens up like outstretched arms and the way a shallow pond curls up next to it like a loyal companion, and she lets her mind wander to thoughts of Torgal chasing a herd of potatoes around the grounds while Ambrosia grazes nearby.]
It's beautiful, isn't it? More so than I'd have thought to dream.
[Here, Jill shifts, moving to take Clive's hand again as she starts walking them towards the front door.]
Whenever we'd talk about our plans back in Valisthea, I always assumed it would have been months, if not years, before we'd be able to find a place of our own. I can scarcely believe we'll have one before the day ends.