He wraps his hands around hers. "I don't care how long it takes I will make you my Gypsy wife."
She gently pulls her hands out of his, "I want to see the children." She walks down the dirt pathway towards the white house again.
A hurt look crosses his face, "You're ruining out of time faster then you think."
She pauses mid step, turning towards him, "No I do know and it's my choice I'll talk to you later. Is Amber's Bar still here?"
His face lights up happily, "Yes it is, still makes the best ale in the world too." At sunset, see you there?"
She says, "Maybe we'll see." She turns around finally reaching the tent, and peaks inside.