Biting her lip, Eliza carefully held the burning wick of one candle to another and watched as the flame caught. "Here, Daddy. Your candle."

"Thank ya, darlin'." Gannon sat back in his armchair and slowly placed the lit candle on the table beside him. "Funny things, power outages. Never realize how much ya need somethin' till it's gone, ey?"

Instinctively, her hand went to her ribbon as she settled on the rug in front of him. "Mhmm…"

They could survive without electricity, though. By the light of the dancing candles, they cuddled and told old stories late into the night.