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“You probably won’t even be hanging around with me still by the time I die," he repeated, looking down at her. "That's what you said. Why wouldn't I?"
His eyes narrowed as he looked over at her. "So you just suspect I'm going to leave you? Why? Because I get bored? What's the reason?"
His expression grew strangely distant, and a scowl crossed his face. "I hate that you say that."
He looked down at her, still frowning. "Believe it or not, I don't like talking about that."
His frown deepened. "I guess."
He frowned almost immediately. "I don't know."
He looked over at her. "I'm not sure. It'll be nice to be able to relax afterwards.'
He exhaled slowly, looking ahead again. "It's strange how close our journey is to ending."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Saying that you're nature-y isn't saying that's the single word I'd use to describe you."
He squinted at her. "Well, you do best with nature magic. It seems like your kind of thing."
He laughed, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, sort of."
He shrugged slightly. "It's nature-y."
He looked down at himself with a small laugh. "Green seems like a color you'd like."
He nodded, picking up his bag and slipping it on his back. "Yeah. You look cute."
He turned his head to look back at her with a small grin. "Hey."
He quickly got changed behind her, wearing new pants and a green-ish shirt.
"Alright," he said, turning so his back was to her. "I'll change too."
He tilted his head. "I could do both at the same time."
He began to gather the bedroll. "I don't know. Probably use it to get back to Anthyria quicker."
"Probably not. It's pretty far."
