Reassured by the press of his hand against hers, she nodded her head before she allowed him to slowly lead her through the maze. “I believe I heard something along those lines, once upon a time ago. My father always taught me to run my hand along the wall of the maze as I walked. Apparently, if you always have a hand against the wall, you will eventually find your way out” she explained to him before colour tinged her cheeks. “I will say though, I am awfully glad that if I was to get lost with anyone, it was you that I am to get lost with”
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