Sonia's Puzzle

The evening sunlight slowly gave way to the crescent moonlight of dusk as it drew over the sky.

Soon it was nighttime. Everybody began into one task or the other. Everyone except the young hero who stayed back and attended to Sonia, keeping her company and ensuring she had proper clothing and conversing with her when he could, though there was not much discussion because she was too depressed to chat.

Her beautiful face had become swollen from tears and her eyes, white like a film of porcelain, glinted with a myriad of depressing emotions. 

Her wet cheeks quivered as she talked in a low murmur to herself. She sat opposite the young hero before a campfire that he had made earlier — covering herself to keep warm with a piece of fabric that was given to her. 

she stared into the fireplace as vague emotions subtly quelled her. Her eyes reflected the glint of the slow-burning, flickering yellow flame as she cried.

If love was all she wan