Henry witnessed Irene's expression and overall demeanor change the moment they made it to the lands her grandmother once occupied. There was a serious thoughtfulness as she regarded the familiar place and likely the memories that came with it.
He felt honored that he was being let in on something so precious to Irene. With it came the hope that there would be more moments like this, but without being forced into them. In his eyes, they had a long life ahead and would have plenty of opportunities to share themselves.
They approached a small dwelling that was tucked into the grassy hill like a well-kept secret. It was hidden from the rest of the village and even more concealed by the trees both higher and lower than it. Directly around it were plenty of fields. There was even a small lean-to for horses that had at one point occupied this place.
Irene led Henry to the front door, where they got off of their horses and allowed them to freely roam around the home.
