"It is," Jenny agrees, thoughtful, ducking her head in a slight nod. Everything about the island is pretty, one clear advantage it has over Twickenham, despite the way it leaves her unable to do anything about the mess she left behind. He was right about that, though, that there's no point in letting it dictate what she does here; she wouldn't even want it to, when it feels too much like giving in, like letting David win, when he was clearly trying to conquer her. (In one way, he did manage that, anyway.) There's nothing but here and now, Cameron's arm in hers, the water flowing past their feet. Were she more capable of stopping herself from thinking, it might actually be kind of wonderful. "Both of those things."

She should thank him for taking her here, but she's thanked him enough; she doesn't need to hear again that she doesn't need to. The look she shoots him might as well say it all, anyway, though it's short-lived before she gives in and lets her head lean gently against his shoulder. Given that it's right there at her eye level, it seems pointless to hold off.