David had watched them. Not just their movements to make sure they did not disturb the Wood, but their dynamics. Checking on Fran, perhaps? But he thinks something else, a longing his own heart knows.

But it's muddy, and for once he doesn't trust his instincts. It could just be projection of his own feelings, so addled and dulled these days.

Still. He's curious. "A pity we didn't get to make your acquaintance then. We'd have been pleased to share our fire and our hunt."