That brings her to a pause. "Huh - you're right, it does. I hadn't even thought about it," she says. Shrugs a little, and admits: "I suppose I kept picturing a meadow with you or something of that type. Soft light, moonlight, and a warm breeze."

But the cellar of Last Light is empty and tucked away, and they cleared it of all those beastlies. They would need to sneak in.

"We'll need to sneak in," she says conspiratorially, but still smiling - a genuine smile, as her excitement grows. "Our own little side-quest, mm?"