strawberry wine

Gypsy had noted Indigo's fatigue. He was still recovering from his injuries and she had been a little surprised when he had asked her to go on a walk. When he asked if she wanted to rest, the small woman gave her head an eager nod. She didn't necessarily need to rest, but he did. As Indigo suggested that they eat berries first, Gypsy shook her head. There would be time for that after resting.

Pulling away just a bit, the tiny dame moved towards the cool feeling of shade. It was summer and the sun was hot. Shade would be nice and they should be cool enough to sleep comfortably. Gypsy's soft, pink pads slid over the cool grass before she lay down upon it, curling up in a little purple and white ball. She waited for Indigo to come and lay with her and, once he did, she made herself comfortable with him.

-Little time skip-

While Indigo may have slept, Gypsy did not. Slowly and carefully, the girl extracted herself from his grasp. She crept away towards the rich scent of berries and began plucking them from the bushes. In time, she had a rather large pile which she brought back and placed beside Indigo. Only then did she curl up once more. The berries were a little thank you. Something that she could do for him that he liked. He'd done so much for her and she couldn't do anything substantial for him. This little gesture was one tiny thing that she could do and she hoped that he appreciated it.