Interesting. [And she was interested, her green eyes sparkle with curiosity at the very concept but one of the other things she has learnt in these lands is not to pry excessively unless you have good reason, and she had none. How Arthur found him was a mystery but at least it meant they hadn't just likely strolled through the hedge at home and so maybe Arthur couldn't do so again easily. He might be safe.

Maybe.]

You thought me a prisoner? [She knows, of course, that it is a solid possibility. But then, she had always felt strange and coming here had normalised something in her so that she was treated mostly with kindness both shocked her and didn't at all. She belonged here, in a way she hadn't at home. No one avoided her or looked at her strangely in Arcadia, or thought her to be a bit mental.]

Of course we did... I always thought you would come home, if you knew how. [Arthur says, still quietly as he leans his head against hers, his cheek resting against the inky black.]

I am sorry to have left you, and to have worried you... [Both of you, apparently, though obviously not lantern boy nearly as much as Arthur.] But why the shovel? Do I have a grave?