so relieved to be going home

Morgan

Fear is dark but my love is a lantern
Shining up like coins in a fountain

Morgan stopped at his raised hand, her eyebrow quirking at the gesture, wondering what it was he was about to do. She let her hand be taken, watching with curious eyes all the time, but as her hand was kissed she let out an embarrassed laugh and looked off to the side, shaking her head. "A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed." She told him, though the tone of her voice said she was actually quite pleased.

Gently taking her hand back she resumed the walk, eager to move on before she continued making the flushed face like an embarrassed schoolgirl that seemed determined to stick around. "So. There are some things we should discuss. Do you know anything about how the Voice came to have the cure?" Morgan asked, glancing across to him, unsure of how much he had picked up while he had been in the depths of the sickness.

Hope is a tree sitting on a mountain where the grass don't grow
There's a sad old sea but my love is an island