i am no mother, i am no bride

"Don't want to give anyone any wrong ideas." He says, seriously. He takes her arm in his, gives one last fond look at the pretty barley-colored horse, and leads her back to the little cottage where he's been living. It looks only marginally lived it, as Eskel hadn't acrued many belongings and he lives pretty sparingly anyway. He closes the door and lights the hearth with a flick of Igni. He draws her closer again and his kisses are more passionate now, without the chance of someone coming upon them to think he's doing something untoward and with the spark of need that's come from how long he's deprived himself of a woman's touch (or anybody's touch, really).