Another week of The never ending night had slipped past the hunter, although most of his time was now spent in the dream, he probably went out to hunt 2 times the whole week, and one was only to find his love a beautiful hair clip. He spent most of his time curled up in her lap as her soft hands caressed his head and she coo'd sweet nothings in his ear. Ever since their first kiss their love had only grown more passionate, they shared at least fifty kisses a day and hours embraced in each other's arms. And the time they weren't kissing or embracing, they were probably cooking or training, despite everything pointing to the fact that she wouldn't be an adept fighter, her tall frame, around 7 feet, and the fact she had many many MANY years to train her fighting style meant she was an adaptable and fearsome opponent who he has yet to beat, although if he focused as much as he did on other fights he could probably beat her, or at least tie. But the way she twirls with grace and elegance, her soft smiles as she pins him down after every fight to deliver a finishing kiss on his cheek and a broken arm that she would quickly heal for him, she felt a little bad for hurting him, every time she broke his arm he would yell out in pain, which she winced at every time, and the fact that he really didn't want to hurt her. "It's alright to fight back, I won't get mad or sad if you win." She would constantly say.

"I know, but in the back of my head it just doesn't feel right." He would always respond. She thought it was adorable but got a little annoyed cause she never gets a fair fight. Every time she won he'd pick a "punishment". Among these punishments included floggings from the cane, being whipped with the transformed threaded cane, or she would use him as her personal chair for the next couple hours. He would always choose the ladder, it brought him the least pain and most pleasure, her posterior was rather surprisingly soft, like the rest of her body, it never feels hard and wooden like it should, it's almost as if there was a small cushion covering the wood that made a soft outside shell. Whatever the reasoning was, her touch would always bring him immeasurable bliss.

Today it was the end of day and the hunter cuddled up to the hunter as she prepares food for him in the workshop, embracing her from the back and rubbing his hands up and down her midriff. "You're not gonna believe what happened today out on the hunt." He said into her ear.

"Did the beggar beat you again." She smiled and giggled.

"Y-Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Cause it's happened the past three hunts, I think you should ignore him for now, get a little stronger, or ask that masked man for her, what was his name?"

"Valtr. But I know I can beat him right now, it's just a matter of fighting smarter." He sighed. "And there is no way I'm appearing like a weakling in front of him." He said. "He's basically my second boss." He sighed.

"Aww, I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping at least once." She smiled and reached back to caress his cheek. "Have you tried poison knives, I've heard those work good against against dark beasts?" She looked back at him. He was stunned, how could he have not at least tried, there were even poison knives next to the bastard.

"I'll try that next time." He said and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Good, but for now, who wants to eat?" She smiled, showing him a plate of meat, nothing but meat. He smiled and gladly took the plate, ripping off a tiny portion for the messenger who seemed to not leave his side. The messenger grabbed it and slowly nibbled, it'd take him a while to finish just that.

"You mind if you make a little extra, I want to give some a couple friends in the waking world, I'm sure it's been a while since they've had your master class cooking." He smiled.

"Sure, who are they, perhaps I remember them?" She said, starting to make another couple plates.

"Well there's Eileen."

"She was nice, a bit distant, but nice, a real hard ass on the newbies." She smiled.

"Then Djura."

"Aww, I miss him, he was really nice, and always so enthusiastic about his inventions, before he was branded a heretic. Although after the slaughter at old Yharnam, I saw him little. Until he stopped dreaming all together, it is good to know he is well." She smiled.

"And then Valtr, who I don't believe ever dreamt." He looked up at her.

"No, never met him." She said.

"Pity, he's a nice man, if not a little unhinged." He chuckled. The doll didn't respond, she merely finished cooking his friends food, he didn't mind, he liked the silence, it gave him time to focus on her beauty, even at his angle, right behind her staring merely at her back and hair, she still looked gorgeous, her hair perfectly done, and the dress elegantly made, though she lacked the bonnet she normally wears, opting instead for a bright red flower the hunter brought back for her. She soon finished his friends food.

"So, when do you plan on delivering these? Cause I'd do it sooner than later." The Doll smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Yeah, I'll go get these delivered now." He smiled and kissed her lips back, and as he pulled away her emotions took hold and she gripped his head kisses him deeply for a couple minutes, afterwards resting her forehead on his and kissing his cheek, small tear stones forming of happiness, for someone finally feels emotion and love for her.