What care we though?

A long, long look over the world beneath them. Dread moves to draw her to his side, neck thrown possessively against hers for a long moment. "Only appreciative." Smirking, Dread strikes to nibble at her shoulder. He can't pretend he doesn't enjoy it.

Moving long against his side, the man's focus drifts. Keen gaze sliding across the landscape-- she's not wrong. It's strange, like they'd narrowly missed something. Someone. Dread wouldn't let his anxieties get the best of him, relying on logic and reason as best he can in its place. Deluge isn't wrong, and he gives a little nod. Nothing worth taking, no one to fight them, but... why? "It's weird, like they picked up and moved." Speculating out loud, as he peers down over them.

"Pretty place to spend the night and plan our next move though." They could take their time, right? Being out from under Modesty's thumb would be good for Deluge. No ulterior motives whatsoever, right?

"speech"