He frees one of his hands so he can sling it around her, over the cloak so she's spared the cold. "I am a vain man, and I do like my fashion. But you, River, are like a fresh breeze in my stuffy life. I've been with elegant women and I have not found the happiness that I feel with you. Ophelia was an elegant woman. And she was cruel in ways you never could be. Ways you'd never know how to be."

He holds her tighter. "You are crass, and rough, and battle-weathered, but you are also sensitive, insightful, and very Romantic. These are the things I love about you. You remind me slow down to enjoy the small things in life when I have a tendency to overlook them. I see the passion you bring to every moment of your life and it inspires me to experience things the way you do, not floating above them but embroiled in the gritty reality of them. You speak your mind plainly and hold to your principles unwaveringly, but you are not above learning or admitting your faults. You are my wild flame. You terrify and excite me. You make me want to rise to meet you. River, my love, you are the most real thing in my life."