Age had very little to do with a number. Experience etched their lives in indescribable ways. Unwilling to speak the words that would flesh the past few months and years making them wholly real and colored, they sat in silence. Between them the words had never been needed. Matching eyes crossed the distance catching the slightest inference, the most minute gesture and understanding resonated. Voices screeched and bellowed as the flames of the bonfire climbed high into the night sky. Here though, at the edge of the camp where the grass never seemed to fully grow over the mound that was so much more than earth, only the illumination of his single candle was visible. Casting light in waves as the wind pushed and pulled the tiny flame to and fro. Leveled.. Time was all that was ahead. And it would never be enough. It wasn't enough for... Her fingers traced the scars on his arm as if somehow tracing those within her own soul. Every piece of bone and sinew that had been severed echoed by a missing piece of compassion. Resolve gave way to sal****er drops, loyalty keeping them unnoticed. For now, sunrise was all that mattered.