"Do you love her?"
"Yes."
"How Much?"
"Does it matter?"
"Why does it not?"
"Because it wasn't enough, to make her stay."
***
The older woman sat at her small table. Different herbs and flowers hung from the ceiling, strung across the small cabin- drying out within the dying light. She sighed softy as she grounded fresh herbs together, inhaling the scent. The water boiled steadily over the fire, making a soft gurgle as the bubbles rose. She continued within her work of grinding and pressing various types of herbs and flowers. Her actions were interrupted by a knock across the door. Wearily she got up and went to it. Just another traveler, she thought as she opened. A heavy presence settled over her as she took in the figure of the tall dark man. He loomed over her doorframe, his head
