Arven chuckled, though privately felt it painfully unjust that the world wasn't equipped to deal with female runaways; or else no doubt Dove would've fled home long ago. Perhaps then they might've met abroad or out on the road, and not as part of a forbidden tryst in the rain.

"Come on then", he gestured back towards the pond and the woodland, so she might show him more of her world. "Tell me about some more of your improper adventures and broken rules." Behind those innocent eyes was potentially a list of wrongdoings as long as the river.