With him here, it seems unnecessary to speak of those last few moments in an old and clearly dead war. Did he fall in the charge? Was he able to escape, only to fall in another battle?

"I was only ever happy with you." A soft, gentle chide, gentled further by another kiss. It's hesitation which stays her words, has her considering them so carefully. "We didn't make it far."

She might've died before he did. Who would know?

"Strange messages?" She fingers hers, considering it, then tucks it away. "Mine gave me a warning."