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He shifted the pack on his back, clearly lost in his own thoughts.
He kissed her forehead, his arms wrapping around her waist.
He sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I just... I’d be very upset if something happened to you.”
“Don’t be rude.”
She gave him a similar look. “Look, Mr. Craw, just because I’m a newer leader doesn’t mean that I’m less strong than your other negotiators....
(Gotcha.) They had walked for a few miles, and Rowan hadn’t spoken, looking down at the ground as they moved.
He sang quietly to her, pulling her close.
He sighed, coming over to her. “You have to be more careful, Canyon...”
She laughed, tapping his nose. “Jerk.”
She seemed confused, frowning at him. “You realize you’re approaching the situation as if I’m weak, yes?”
(Zoop or should we do the journey back? It’ll prolly be a few days)
“I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
He gave her a small smile. “It suits you.”
“Simply terrified.”
He stepped through with a nod of thanks.
He rubbed her back reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
He was looking around. “It’s cozy.”
After about ten minutes, he closed his bag and turned to her. “Alright. Let’s go.”
“I suppose.”
He leaned against the wall, looking around. “I like your house.”
