Ari notices that Gem has been listening to their conversation; he looks quite despondent.
Gem, I know you’re listening
Come sit beside the fire
You seem crestfallen
Did you misread my desire?
I know what you’re thinking
And you’re nearly right
But did you think I’d leave you here to suffer overnight?
The forest cedes to winter
The trees bow with elegance and grace
With ill will long forgotten, absent angels be redeemed
May we fall into your warm embrace