"It'll be ready soon."
"You just said it wouldn't be quick."
Hannah opened her eyes, looking at the shadows on the ground.
The firelight cast shadows surrounded by a golden warm light.
Feeling sleepy and unable to sustain herself, she leaned back into Arnold Simmons's embrace.
Arnold Simmons had to stop what he was doing, wrapped her slightly damp hair ends with a soft cloth, and asked, "Feeling sleepy?"
In the firelight, his voice was gentler than the night, the stream, and the moonlight combined.
Hannah nodded and snuggled back further, almost burying herself entirely in his embrace.
His embrace was warm, like a duvet fluffed and warmed by the winter sun.
"Arnold Simmons." She suddenly opened her eyes again.
Arnold Simmons looked down, pulled the blanket around her, and asked, "Yes, what is it?"
"You haven't said goodnight to me yet."
Arnold Simmons paused, his voice deep and gentle, "Goodnight."
She leaned in his arms, "And a goodnight kiss."