At the sound of his wife yelling, Henry instantly stopped and shot her a curious glance.
Irene's shoulders slumped in relief.
"We can only get a little bit closer," she explained quickly. "The last time I was there, I slipped on the ice, and if I didn't stop, I would have gone underneath one of those boats. I can only imagine what would have happened then."
Henry smiled. There was something heartwarming about having someone he cherished so much care for his well-being. Her genuine fear of losing him was met with his own similar feelings.
"Just a bit closer then," he responded.
Irene nodded.
After a while of going west, Irene slipped off of her horse and Henry did the same.
"If those are boats, does that mean we're near the sea?" Henry asked.
Irene looked down at their boots.
