She rocks sideways, fingers reaching out for his as he moves them away again. There's something quiet falling from her lips, not quite laughter but she's smiling, sleepy and broad.

"I surely do."

They take care of each other. It's the way it's always been — the way it should be — no matter the why or the when. No matter the what; no matter the how. They take care of each other, and that's just the way it is. End of.

She opens her eyes, seeing that his are shut.

"Ben?"

They can't stay out here all night. Her boots slip beneath her, looking for traction in the mud.

"Ben, wake up."