Oh, Rhett!

"I'm going home", she said.
"Home? You mean to Tara?"
"Yes, yes! To Tara! Oh, Rhett, we must hurry!"
Impossible: A burning city lay betwee them and the Jonesboro road.
She broke down, wailing and pummeling Rhett's chest. "I will go home! I will! If I have to walk every step of the way."
She would, too. Rhett knew she would. She'd do anything. She was capable of anything to get what she wanted.
Gently, he touched her hair. "There, there, darling," he said softly. "Don't cry. You shall go home, my brave little girl. You shall go home. Don't cry."