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“Yes, yes, I am glad.” Kisses were pressed to their face before he turned to the woods before them. He still held Saima’s hand, though not so closely as he had before, letting them walk alongside him.

“Let us go … It is around here somewhere.” And somewhere it was, a moss and ivy-covered cabin not too terribly far down a stream. The foundation still stood, the cornerstones remained, but the roof and walls had not fared so well with time and neglect. Wood had rotted, stone eroded away, glass windows shattered. Matt’s magic was still present, weak, but permeating from the structure, centuries-old warding and spells intended to preserve this little home. 

He could not say he was surprised, but to see and thus to know what had happened to this one place of his – and likely, all other places he protected and managed over the years – did not sit well with the god. An acknowledgment of his own weakened state. Of the passing of time. 

“Hmm,” he murmured, grip on Saima slipping, squinting at the building as if this would change the dilapidated state, “Ah, well, let us see what is still here, my love.” 

The small kisses were still so appreciated as they prepared to venture out beside him. Strolling with Matt felt peaceful and at ease – a natural part of the journey until they came across a moss and ivy-covered cabin. “It’s so gorgeous.” Although it had clearly gone into decay over the years, there was something precious, absolutely wonderful about the way that it stood standing amongst the changes. 

Perhaps there was something about the passage of time that weakened the place, but the fact that it still stood was a miracle to Saima nonetheless. Approaching the place with a subtle sense of awe, they marveled at the place. 

“Yes, yes – let’s go to see what is there. It might not be much there but..still. I really, want to see.“