"Believing that isn't a strategically smart idea. You don't know if I'm going to hurt you or not. I'm a wild card and I don't care about anyone but myself," he said. Clearly what she said had upset him, but his only defense was aggression. He dropped his bag on the ground. "Don't trust me. Don't trust anyone in this city."
She glowered at him, frowning deeply. "You're being mean, Zerras," she said quietly. "You threatened me and I know you say you regret it, and I trust that, but the fact remains that you threatened me. Don't be mean. I don't..." She hesitated, but her resolve strengthened and she shook her head. "I don't deserve it."
"No, you don't," he agreed. "I don't even know why you wanted to join me in the first place. You were actually happy before."
She said nothing, her shoulders slumping a little before she shook her head and knelt down onto the ground, beginning to sweep out an area for a fire pit.
She continued her work, and when she had set up a decent fire pit, she set down her bag and grabbed her scythe. She pulled up her hood, and without another word, she headed off towards the woods.
She went into the woods, and the last thing he would see before she disappeared into the woods was her pink cloak, moving into the trees.
She returned about 15 minutes later, holding an armful of lumber that she had gathered. Her whole face was closed off to him and she set the wood down by the firepit, beginning to work.
She lit the fire before taking a stick, muttering to herself in irritation. “Wiener.” She attempted to make the stick catch on fire again, glaring at it.
She glared at it before beginning to hit it against the ground, punctuating her sentences with it. “Catch. On. Fire. You. Stupid. Stubborn. Wiener.”
She threw the stick into the ground with an sound of frustration and exhaustion. She paused, breathing heavily before she sat in her spot heavily, pulling her cloak around herself and staring into the flames, ignoring the lump in her throat.
