"But Charon's boat..." Hand still clasped in his, she twists to look over her shoulder back towards the dock. No Charon. No boat. Perhaps it isn't a stopping place, after all.

Returning her attention to him, though her smile has dimmed somewhat with concern, she nods in response.

"I am used to the forest," she confides. "I am its daughter, and I so rarely enter the buildings of men."

Though where men enter... well. That's another story, and probably not one for here, given she's just died on her wedding day.