Garry took a glance at Eve. She sat next to him with a much smaller book than he was holding in her small hands, so immersed in the book she didn't pay attention to anything else. Mary was somewhere wandering the library, too hyper and stubborn to read. Garry couldn't say that he minded it, in fact, he liked it when it was just the two of them. It was calmer. Eve always seemed to have that effect.

There was a small pull on his coat. Eve pinched the dangling material of his coat sleeve in her small hands, her puppy dog eyes looking up at him. She pointed to a word on the book. Garry looked down, his arm slung around her.

"It's 'amour.' That's the french word for love." He took a second glance at the book to see if it really was a child's book, which it was. With a shrug, he turned back to his reading. It was a book about Guertena. If he made all of these works of art, there must be something.

"Amooor."

Gary laughed and patted Eve on the head. "No, no. It's pronounced Aa-more."

"Amour."

"Good, good. That's excellent, Eve. You should consider asking your parents to sign you up for a french class. I think you'd be very good at it." Though he tried to sound enthusiastic about it, he couldn't help but wonder how long these peaceful days would last. How long until they found their way back? Would they meet again? Sure he wanted to but there was never a guarantee in the first place.

Eve grabbed Garry's hand and looked to him with determination in her eyes. "I love you a lot, Garry. How about you-do you love me?"

How long would these precious moments last? "Yes, yes. You're very special to me, Eve."