And he wasn't the only one enjoying the cool, calm tranquility of the night. Beatrice had tried to go to bed, infact, she was in her ivory night gown already, but because her mind was still troubling her from the events from earlier, she found herself desiring some fresh air.
Pacing down the boat's side, she hadn't noticed Red's figure, a shadow against the dark, twinkling river, as she paused at an opposing corner of the boat from him and sighed as she looked out at the soft lapping, river waves.