I was in a perpetual state of happiness. Not even the odd monster or the slowly healing wound on my shoulder could dampen it. I didn’t know if my good mood rubbed off on Moth, but he seemed happier too. He laughed more, and he seemed to like holding my hand. Eventually he even instigated kisses or easy, intimate touches between us when we set up camp for the night. Like sliding his arms around me and hugging me from behind, kissing the back of my neck as he walked past, or leaning into me while we were eating.
