While his gaze seemed to focus mostly on the flickering lantern barely made out in the fog, Emmeline's never left his. She watched and studied, took in the lines of his face as she saw his profile. The slight scruff to his cheeks and the way one lock of hair didn't seem to want to bend in the same way the rest of his hair did.

The silence was easy between them as he stared off and she stared at him. One would think it would be awkward but she didn't find it to be that way. It was pleasant, really, and she was enjoying it. Even when the silence did break, with just one little word, she continued to feel at ease. It was simple and honest and she could understand that. Her own thoughts were a bit hectic when it came down to it as she tried everything she could to ignore the fears that still lurked slightly underneath it all. He was slowly chipping away at those fears and concerns. She just hoped it was something to stay.

"Me too," she answered softly as she brought one of her hands over to hold his hand gently behind her. She squeeze his hand gently, almost willing him to look back to her and stay looking at her as opposed to the lantern in the distance.

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