Peter sniggers. “Sorry to say, I don’t want their attention. At least, not anymore. All I want is this hiding, if you can call it hiding, to be through and go home.” He looks over at her. “I just want to be home with you and live a quiet, peaceful life away from all this… drama.” He tosses a hand about the clearing.
Sarah walks up to him, wanting to put her hands on either side of his face, but constrains herself. “Don’t worry. Lilith can’t find us here. She doesn’t know what we look like, and we haven’t run into her daughter, that we know of, so just wait it out. Maybe she will give up and we can go home by the time the Fair is over.” She looks him in the eyes.
Peter sighs, and the warning chime sounds. “Let me go inside and bring you out something to tide you over until supper.” He put
