Coral gets lost in his eyes, considering the life she always wanted but seemed to elude her. She imagines that is what her parents would have had, if it weren't for the Battle. A cold breeze bites into her thoughts, the wind whipping the grass around her. Peeling away from his eyes, she feels a change in temperature; she looks to the sky, seeing that it has darkened.

"It looks like rain, we should get back," she says softly, packing up the empty bottle into her bag and using the cloth to cover the herbs.

Vadim pulls his jacket back on silently, taking the basket, leaving her to carry her...