The meal was finished and the pickup began which only further solidified his need and want to leave. They had wrecked this place essentially and honestly, he was not sure how or if he would be able to repair the damage, let alone the amount of clothing that they both would need to be replaced.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It was foolish to even attempt in wearing clothing during that whole…thing….</span><br/><br/>The thought past through his mind with a smile at the flashes of memory that came forward and he could only shake his head and move on to another section of the cabin. By the time he was done, the room felt empty and hallow, as if the cabin itself could feel that their time together would be at an end soon. What memories he had accumulated here were not all bad and there was a certain measure of gratitude that he had even found this place in the first place. It sheltered him in the cold and wet, gave him his official first “den”, that allowed him the chance to learn and practice with what he was now. Safety in a world that had tried to kill him, the cabin had been home in more ways than one.<br/><br/>Now…<br/><br/>It was empty and merely a shell now, nothing more than a building. The life that it once held and represented was transferred to another now, E.<br/><br/>They were together now in a way that felt right and strangely how it was always meant to be. Even as children he just knew that there was something not quite right when it came to how he felt about her. There was love, lots of love and devotion to her, but at times he thought it might have gone beyond that. However, with their “father” that was not something that was even remotely allowed, or something to have been considered. Instead, he ignored whatever he may have felt and instead focused on the near impossible task that was trying to please their father. When it all came to a head that night he just knew that Eilidh was the only one he wanted to protect more than his own life.<br/><br/>“We are going to need to get some more clothes,” he laughed and walked over to where she stood his arms quick to wrap about her form and hold her close. “You and your nails made quick work of our clothes,” he teased and exaggerated just a bit, because she was certainly not the only one responsible for this mess or their destroyed wardrobe, but he would claim she was regardless.