If this were a cartoon, tiny little hearts would be circling around her head and popping like bubbles before their very eyes. Honestly, it isn't that he isn't perfectly charming looking of his own accord, but there's no real reasonable explanation for why it is she wants to jump on him and snog him into the nearest tree. Be still her beating heart.

She says none of this, of course, and can only offer him a rather dreamy smile when she says, "Never better."

Rose pushes upright, elbows in the dirt, then palms, until she's up enough to place a hand on his lapel like the wilting summer flower she certainly isn't. That is, however, about the time the confusion sets in because- why the hell was she laying down beside a bloody log on the floor of a forest in the first place? A precursory glance over her shoulder reveals no threats, no danger, nothing, so she follows it up with, "Where... the hell are we?"

And when's the wedding??