It's one of those rare days where Arthur and you can get away from the camp and go somewhere near the lake, to sit around, doing nothing more other than talking and watching nature around you two, and enjoy each other's company.

"Tell ya what, darlin'." Arthur says softly, his blue eyes focused on the lake before him, but his arm warmly around your shoulders. "If I ever go down and die before my time, I want ya to get a real good fella instead of a mean old bastard like me."