Arven glanced skywards, and squinted as a sunbeam escaped from the canopy, giving a golden sheen to Dove's russet hair. "So it has", he replied, and returned his gaze to her face. This made him want to kiss her once again, and perhaps he would've done, but something told him that she was perhaps — finally — feeling a little out of her depth. Despite her devil-may-care approach to life, Dove had still found herself alone in the woodlands with a man she'd only just met. Not even romantic heroines found themselves frequently in this position.

So he adjusted his hand on the small of her back, instead using it to turn her gently in the direction of a certain ferret currently licking some rain from a puddle. "Would you like to meet Virgil properly?"