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She gripped his hand, and focused on quieting her own steps on the path. Careful in how she placed her foot to leave as little a trail as possible.

The forest is full of noises but most of the birds and animals are drying off as they reach a small cottage that looks barely held together.

As they approach Will lets go of Kate's hand so he can make a sound like a robin. A tired woman opens the door and smiles at them,

"Good day, Will my lad, an yer lady. There's warmth an dry 'ere an Tom's wishin' 'e could go play."

"Good day, madam, and thank you." She smiled and bowed her head.

They both get a grin as the door is opened and Will smiles,

"Brought ye a basket an glad Tom's doin' so well. 'rhaps can play with 'im since its too wet to go out anyway."

That just makes Will laugh and as they're lead inside a little boy sits in the small bed and grins,

"Will, Will, I'm all better, Will. Tuck must tell Mum that I can play now. Who's the lovely lass. Are ye goin' to marry 'er?"

"Aye, lad, someday an sure I'll tell Tuck but dinna believe ye just yet could be foolin' me wiht yer rosy cheeks an all."

Kate smiled more, "Aren't you a gentlemen already? Will's told me about you, and glad you're feeling better."

Tom blushes and Will laughs again,

"Try to be, Mum says I should be cause um cause um.."

He looks at Will with a pleading gaze,

"Cause that way ye'll find a lass who's a true Lady like Marian."

"Ladies do like that," She traded a glance with Will.

In the background his mother is laughing and unpacking the basket,

"Oh some broth, thank ye, Will. Gettin' colder."

"Oh aye, tis an this is Kate. Think Tom might like one o'those pastries near the bottom, should still be warm."

He gestures towards one chocolate croissant that got in there somehow.

Never mind the croissants won't exist for a few centuries yet, but probably just think it was something exotic.

"A pleasure to meet you."

Kate is given a smile,

"Come help me unpack all the wonderful things in here, dear an tell me 'ow ye met that foolish boy."

Will and Tom are currently talking and clearly plotting something over by the bed.

"He's only foolish... well ok part of the time?" Kate laughed, and started to unpack.

"I was traveling, and I got lost, unsure of where I was. Will came across me and helped me. We talked at times after that, and then when that flu was passing through... he got sick. I all but sat on him to keep him in bed at times, and looked after him."

"Can see 'im needin' that, 'is 'eart's good an 'e gives so much. Glad 'e's found a lass."

Soon Tom and Will start singing is fairly decent harmony, a serenade to the two women.

"It is, and he really does."

Kate glanced up at the music, and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"Romantic dork," she muttered softly to herself with amusement.

The two boys stop and Tom just beams at Kate as Will comes over to squeeze her hand,

"Think 'e likes ye, love." His mother just smiles at them,

"Now dinna stay too long ye two, na that I dinna wish to 'ave ye 'ere but Sheriff's gotten to sendin' guards round just in case someone's round."

Will nods and ruffles Tom's hair before bowing,

"Ye know 'ow to find if tis aught we can do."

Mother and son smile at them as Will opens the door and it starts raining again.

Kate waved goodbye to them, and put her hood up again as she took Will's hand.

"Good family," she said to Will once out of earshot.

"Aye, they are. Father's a woodcutter, tis why 'e's na 'ere. Guess the rain's na done yet."

As they walk farther from the cottage, his arm moves around he waist.

"Guess not, is this normal for this time of year?" She shifted closer to him.

"Bit more than usual, but sometimes end o'Summer just 'as a lot o'rain."

"Oh I see. It usually doesn't last very long in New York, just a few passing storms here and there."

"Can be good for things. Na too much else goin' on though. Too wet to 'unt. What do ye wish to do, love?"

"I guess we'll have to wait to walk around much, huh? Me and my timing."

He draws her into a hug and kiss,

"Shh, naught wrong with yer timin'."

Her arms came around his neck, and she kissed him back sweetly. Nothing wrong with this either.

The rain keeps drenching them, but Will doesn't really care. He has Kate and she's happier and kissing him.

She pulled closer to him as she kept kissing him back. One of her hands slide around his neck and his head.