How Fickle my Heart

He stayed still and comfortable as she drew the fire more, watching her as she seemed to be accustomed to this lifestyle on her own. He could almost relate, though he always had someone to share that life with at the end of the day. These days he was surrounded by the pack, but he was going to be alone at night. He was missing the days before everything was complicated and he did have that other to share more physical moments with. He probably would never admit that, but it was deep down in there. He had to tell himself he didn't miss Azzurra, it was his only way of moving on.

He smiled gently as she had mentioned the raft again, so he must of had her attention. It did make him feel admirable in a way. He did think a little more highly of himself than he truly was not that he was very blunt about it. But he did like that kind of attention. "Perfect." He responded to her asking if the fire was the way he wanted. He gestured again with his paw for her to lay down by the fire, and after some time he would get up to leave. But he would enjoy their quiet silence, or if she pressed on him any more small talk. He supposed he didn't want to encroach on her time for too long, as much as he may have wanted to see how far he could pressure her. He was a gentleman after all.

"I think it's safe to say you can take care of yourself for the rest of the evening." His paws were careful as he rose up off the stone floor of the caverns. "We'll see if I can find you out here again." It was a bit of a joke, a bit of an offer. Maybe she'd be waiting for him every day until then, or maybe that's what he liked to think. But he would be coming back for her.

"Balthier Destruction"