[ It may be for a day, but it feels like forever. The very small part of Trahearne's mind that isn't under the spell nags him, loudly, but it's drowned out under the buzz of affection he feels for Ori. He has felt this way before. But for who, it's on the tip of his tongue. It's somewhere in there.

But when he sees the way she's enshrouded in nature like this, does it matter?

As they come to a halt in this new clearing, he finds himself naturally drawing closer to her. A hand comes to rest at the small of her back and the other cups her jaw, thumb gently brushing over the curve of her cheek. ]

You could speak for an eternity and I would hang on to every word. [ Has he been smiling this whole time? Perhaps, yet it feels like his smile widens. ] Your voice is a melody on the wind, and I doubt I would ever tire of hearing it.