She looked up at him. She had her yellow cloak on, followed by her pink cloak, and somewhere beneath all that fabric was her bag. There was a small space in the grass where she had slept, and she gave him a playful salute. "Yep. Ready to go."
He nodded, grabbing his bag and slipping over his shoulder before pulling on both of his cloaks. "Alright," he said, putting out the fire. "Let's go."
He frowned, looking ahead again. "It has never been the first thing on my mind. Maybe one day, but it's not important on my list."
She walked a little faster, keeping pace with him. "Why not? Didn't you have someone before you were imprisoned?"
He held the scythe, looking down at her. "No, I didn't. Not in an actual relationship. Besides, why are you so curious?"
She faltered a little, blinking up at him. "I want to know more about you," she replied. "What do you mean not in a relationship?" Her eyes widened. "Did you have a crush?"
She grinned at him playfully. "I don't know, Zer. Sounds like you might've had a crush," she said, taking his arm. "What was their name?
He considered her, squinting. "Well, I suppose you could call them concubines," he replied smoothly, looking ahead again.
She fell silent for a moment as she processed that before her entire face went pink and she let go of his arm, pulling her hood up as she quickly fell back in line walking behind him.
