The flight back to his place was quick - there wasn't any fun to be had, and so she could feel Dory's urgency as he took both of them back. With no need to see any sort of sights, Mabel continued to stay tucked into his chest as they flew. Before, the wind felt positively wonderful whipping around and through her hair, but now it was the exact opposite. She stayed as compact as she could, as still as she could until they were back in the garden almost where they had begun. Her robes discarded on the ground showed signs of having laid there for only a short while, and Mabel wondered how long they'd been gone.

Long enough for the night air to turn to a biting cold. Mabel shivered as she bent down to pick up her robes from the garden floor and slowly made her way inside. She knew Dory was close behind her. She didn't feel the need to turn to see if he was following. All she wanted was to get inside and in front of the fireplace. A quick glance around them told her that everyone had turned in for the night - the only signs of life were the sounds of nature during the night; bugs, birds, and somewhere in the distance she heard a wolf howl.

Upon second thought, knowing they were alone, Mabel turned to face Dory, hoping to tuck herself under his arm again. Walking forward was becoming a task she wasn't sure she could accomplish; her legs felt like jelly and she could almost feel her knees begging to buckle.

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