I’m The One Who Caves Under Pressure

His smile never wavered, he was truly glad to see she had returned. She was on one piece and she didn't look ill or harmed. His biggest hope was that her pack had survived and was helped with the herbs he had given her. His eyes did see his bag and was grateful for it to be returned. He watched her pull it off, not at all minding how hard it had hit the ground even if she may have been embarrassed about it. He gently placed his face inside the loop and when she let go of it he wiggled it back onto himself before looking back to her as she spoke.

"Oh no need to thank me I'm happy that they were able to help you and your pack. It's what I hoped for," he said with a bigger smile.

She was a quiet women, but Branch was still interested in getting to know her. He was hoping that she wouldn't rush right off to get home, that maybe she would have some time to spare?

"How have you been since your last visit? At least it isn't winter here anymore," he said.

Maybe he was being a little too chatty, but could you blame him? He was a loner with no constant company.


"Talk." & 'Think.'