There were worse things than growing up with a flourishing woodland in one's back garden, but Arven was under no illusion that privilege meant happiness. And besides, Arven had been blessed with a different kind of privilege; not wealth, but one that afforded him the ability to trek the rainforests of the world.

But as Virgil and the niffler mused over the surrounding trees, thankfully no longer interested in one another, Arv reckoned his greatest privilege in this moment was his ability to lure this particular person on today's adventure. And at her question, the tall wanderer moved closer. "How about", he dared raise a hand, curled fingers very barely grazing her slender jaw; "me".