She laughed a little, sounding self-conscious. "No. I don't really think a relationship is in the stars for someone like me," she replied before her nose wrinkled in curiosity. "How would this journey be good for it?"
She laughed a little, shaking her head. “Yeah... maybe. I don’t think so, though. I’m not the kind of person who gets in relationships.”
He would hear her murmur in response. It didn’t take long for her to drift off, the day catching up to her.
He fell asleep rather quickly as well, turning over. (Yoop!) He was still asleep the next morning, the sun slowly rising.
She woke with the sun, squinting around sleepily. She was still cold, but not nearly as bad as she had been the night prior. She relit the fire before beginning to work on the hem of her yellow cloak, fixing it to match her height.
The fire was still going, and she was sitting next to it, pulling the needle through the cloth before she looked up at him. The tips of her ears, her nose, and her cheeks were all a rosy pink, and she gave him a smile, her ears peeking up. “Good morning,” she chirped, biting through the string with her teeth to finish up the hemming.
She looked down at the yellow cloak, squinting a little. “Fixing the hem,” she said, looking back up at him. “How’d you sleep?”
"Good," he said with a small yawn. He leaned back, relishing the warmth of the fire in the cool morning. "You?"
She brightened, picking up the scissors before coming over to him. “I’ve seen your portraits, so I know how your hair used to look. Although, may I say, they don’t really look like you.”
