Dove smiled and took hold of Arvens hand. "Then come and let me show it to you." Here, she was even more relaxed than she had been in the Hogsmeade woodlands and her hair was down albeit in a braid. Even so, it wasn't in the typical updo expected of a woman of her class.

She lead the tall rogue down the path that would lead to a body of water just barely big enough for a soul to swim or lounge in. Evidence that someone most certainly had lay around the place. A tree with a strong branch hanging over the creek had a rope tied to it that had been strengthened once Dove had learned the incarcerous spell. A makeshift sort of cabin made out of trees also stood to the side of the creek which no longer fit Dove, let alone Arven Fisk - but was still large enough to make for a curious exploration for certain little ferrets.