"Little Bird." The Hunter's rough fingers traced the edge of the Gypsy's cheek, who tenderly turned into the warmth of his hand.
"Little Bird? You haven't called me that since we were children."
"When was the last time you watched the sun chase away the night from the south side of the forest?"
"Around the same time you last called me ‘Little Bird.'" She smiled. The Hunter's hand pulled away, and the Gypsy opened her hazel eyes just in time to see a flash of his dark, forest-green circles before his face rose out of view.
"Come, my love." He pulled her up and hugged her deeply. "We have a chance to clear my brother's name today, and I don't want to waste any time."
"I'm awake, I'm awake."