"no, no. I've got this one. consider it a welcome home treat."
a glance down to where the wound would be. she had to trust that he was okay. the last thing he needed was her pestering him.
"well, at least you're looking after yourself after the fact." a soft smile.
"drink?"
and now that concern is definitely etched across her features,
"funnily enough, your singing isn't the part I miss."
a glance down to the hand disappearing under his shirt. "you're hurt?"
"I'll take the second shift. I'll be awake for dawn either way."
she was exhausted, but-- she still had a long journey ahead of her. once she's sorted through her kit, she sits down, eyes closing for a moment.
blink blink
she bends down, gathering up the dropped pans
"apologies - my hands slipped."
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drops a stack of pots and pans with a clatter as she tries to clear the campfire
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sat with a mug of mead, carefully placed within the tavern so that she can overhear the conversations of travelling traders.
a moment's silence as she considers the other's words. a nod.
"very well." she places the pack down, rooting through it to gather some hunting supplies.
"is there a fire made?"
she rattles the coins in the drawstring purse, assessing the weight of it. a nod.
"fine. my thanks to you, Tiburon."
"then, as I say,"
shifting her pack around her shoulders,
"I'm sure I can find somewhere else to camp."
now, this was an awkward question to answer. a hand rises to knead against the back of her neck as she stretches it out. an extra precious few seconds to gather her thoughts - and glance down the street for shadowed figures.
"did you see the sunset this evening? beautiful. +







