Eventually, Marguerite stops speaking. She doesn't have anything left to say.
This is the time for him to make her forget and comfort her.
He knows what will cheer her up.
"Marguerite, look outside."
She follows his voice and looks out to the moon hanging out in the sky.
Jurian takes her hand and they both go out to sit on a log near the river.
The view here is breathtaking. The fauna is everywhere, taking over the entire place. The greenery is refreshingly beautiful. The air is languid and the aroma rejuvenating.
Jurian goes to get some freshly cut dry logs to make a fire, and soon the originally refreshing smell becomes even more nostalgic.
Just like when she would go hiking in the forest in Norway, the smell of the bonfire fills her soul with a sort of satisfaction she completely forgot could exist.
"Do you want to sing?"
Jurian proposes to cheer her up with some songs.
