"Ok, hey, stop for now. Enough. What is that with you?" she pleads since he's been assailing her with all kind of questions for the past few hours since the morning. Since the morning they woke up together after the first half of the night restless in arms of each other. That part felt so liveful, so loveful.

"I'm sorry. Probably the habit of the job… from the past life," he muses and then acknowledges he still told her nothing. It's not that he forgot to, but just didn't know how to start and interpret it for her. Plus, there are still some obscure moments he has no proper answers for.

"Huh?"

"I was a sheriff. Of a small town in Maine."

"In the past life?" she asks incredulously. "You mean before you died?"

"I didn't. No, wait, I did… but… that's complicated," he gives up. He knows his story, but he understands for her that would be something inconceivable. However, what bothers him more is how she relates to this fairy stuff as it seems she knows and had only one kind of life, that without magic.

"Ok, well, then how about back to the point yesterday when you ran away leaving me heartbroken?"

He pulls her into his embrace, kissing her lips, "I'm so sorry," making an apology for a damn another time.

"So?" she insists.

"I recalled then… My past life," he watches her reaction whether he can say more.

"Mmm, and why that exact moment? Very appropriate," she taunts while still enjoying their closeness.

Whew, that could be much harder.

"Have you read fairytales when were a kid?" her expression, whatever it really means, doesn't make him positive about her answer. "Well, do you know or maybe you can guess what is the most powerful magic in any world?"

She looks at him even more bewildered, he suspects as if he tells her he met aliens and was welcomed to their spaceship and travelled with them to their home planet. "What is it all about? How does it make sense?"

"Ok, let's begin from the start," he sithes. "I believe, you already understood it's not an ordinary world. But we are not dead, by the way."

For a second she's completely taken aback, then, though, manages to collect herself, "Do you mean it's like an alternative reality?"

"Let it be. Yeah," he nods. "And this reality is full of magic."

"That fact kind of slipped from me," she mocks again. "I assume, there are weird creatures… and I could believe in that sort of things… I did… I do… That's why I'm afraid of the darkness and don't… didn't watch horror movies with supernatural stuff, I wouldn't be able to sleep then… Yeah, don't laugh at me, Huntsman," she threatens him.

"Graham, by the way. That's my name," those two personalities of his blend and complement each other, he has no problem with that anymore.

"Graham," she repeats it, smiling beamingly, then serious back to the point. "But well, magic? Where?"

"It's not so obvious. Not like you wish something and you get it right away. But it's here, in the air, in some things… and in arms of some human beings…" his voice fades at those memories still sore. Most likely they will always be so, only caged and shifted to the farthest corner of his soul.

"Let it be…" she grudgingly agrees, not dwelling though on the change of his emotions she cognizes. "But what it has to do with you and me?"

A smile afresh illuminates his face, making her heart sink, even causing goose-bumps, so much she senses behind it.

"It has to do with the feeling we share," he finally comes up with wording.

She bites her lip while cataloguing possible variants in her head. Loneliness, despair, annoyance, grief, weariness… attraction, sexual attraction… Hm… "What do you mean?"

"I mean this," he leans to kiss her, slowly and affectionately, and tends to prolong, but then she pulls away.

"Ok, I got it," she gets up from the grass as they had this little break from a stroll in the woods, now determined to return to the village, "Sexual attraction. The most powerful thing… Um, magic. You're right." She doesn't see his confuse at first, but then he chuckles, raises and follows her. Let it be for the nonce.

"And where are we heading to?" She knew they are not going to stay there for long. And actually as it appears really boring in this world without electricity and different devices and just very uncomfortable without everything she got used to, so walking and cherishing a hope to find something more familiar, more suitable is a better option than vegetating at that abandoned place.

"Probably to the castle…"

"There's a castle?! Oh, yeah, fairy land and blah-blah-blah," she scarcely believed in those his tales. "Are there any real dragons?" she then asks eagerly.

"No, so far I know, already not…" he notices her disappointment. "Aren't flying monkeys not enough for you?"

"No, they are not so amusing," she pouts while pacing beside him.

"And a couple of giant dragons, you think, would be?" he mocks amiably and laughs so unstrained, he seems so amused and… happy. And all that is due to…?

To the sexual attraction they share and are ready and able to feed now, so they don't need to be cranky and annoyed with each other? Of course, she knows there's more to it, but she brushes away a single thought, an innocent idea of that. Rose-colored glasses, she doesn't need them here. She doesn't need them at all.