> Take her hand.
> "Certainly."
>You take her hand. Without a word, she leads you back toward where the faeries are gathered, taking a long way around through a path that is rather easy to miss, and emerging near the ridge. The faeries themselves are rather calm at the moment, insomuch as they seem to be keeping the noise and riotousness confined to small groups rather than as a whole. Some of them seem to have drifted off for the night, and you reach the lonely teepee without much difficulty. Inside, you find a lone futon, almost certainly stolen from somewhere given it is not sized for a faerie. There is a little brazier nearby, with a couple of coals glowing in it. There is a curious odor coming from it, you think it is insect incense. "Neat, huh?" says Renko, "Been roughing it in here for the past couple days."
>She really doesn't give you time to respond before kissing you gently on the lips. You guide her toward the futon. Again, you're thankful that as silly as Renko's dress looks, it doesn't get much in the way. Although it is hard not to laugh a little when Renko struggles with the hooks on your appropriated clothes. Things are different this time. There is no tenseness in the air time, no questions of whether or not to invade and pillage. Things are relaxed between the two of you this time; quiet and tender. Of course, they do get passionate, but without the frenzy of redirected energy and frustration fro before. You take your time now. And, in the end, you think you're happier for it.
>You rest in Renko's arms, too warm to hide under the futon's blanket. You're not sure how much time has passed. Maybe an hour? You can hear the faeries gently chattering away outside. "Love it here so much..." Renko murmurs.
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