... by the Light

maybe I'll--- I'll find somewhere else to set up camp.

dryly, "you're right, now I feel so much safer."

"then, as I say," shifting her pack around her shoulders, "I'm sure I can find somewhere else to camp."

she rattles the coins in the drawstring purse, assessing the weight of it. a nod. "fine. my thanks to you, Tiburon."

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?"

sat with a mug of mead, carefully placed within the tavern so that she can overhear the conversations of travelling traders.

drops a stack of pots and pans with a clatter as she tries to clear the campfire

blink blink she bends down, gathering up the dropped pans "apologies - my hands slipped."

she has : a headache

I hate you but what if we held hands

"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.

head tilting away from the pointed tip, brow furrowing to a scowl. "do you mind?"

taking out her frustrations on a rather battered looking training dummy.

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 don't have a girshaverse bio yet nor a laptop to set things up sooo we go off vibes))

"well, at least you're looking after yourself after the fact." a soft smile. "drink?"

"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.