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She flushed a little, tilting her head. "You flatter me.."
He watched her for a bit, his brows furrowed. "Do you know where you're going?"
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I just feel like I should do more.."
He followed silently, walking behind her. They made it to the gate and left with ease. Reeve made it back well enough. He unlocked the shop and...
"I'm not sure," she said. "I'm sorry."
He followed her, his frown deepening as he noticed her gaze avoiding his.
She frowned slightly, looking over at him. "How come..?"
He nodded, picking up his own stuff. "Yes. Let's head out."
"We'll get there," she said. "Maybe we'll make it today."
His frown deepened and he gave her a small nod in agreement. "Yeah. I think so too."
She sighed slowly. "This trip isn't what I thought it would be. It's very... unpredictable."
Zerras had brought back their laundry, and he looked up as she came in. He hesitated for a moment. "I'm sorry you had to do that."
She huffed, pursing her lips. "Stubborn. Refuses to apologize."
(Yoop!) Zerras had returned to their Inn, Oblivion still neatly wrapped. Reeve had said goodbye to her at the cafe, figuring it would be easier...
She skipped to catch up, brightening a bit. "Hey, Ben. Are you okay?"
They started off, leading her to a nearby cafe. Zerras watched them go before scoffing and rolling his eyes, heading around the back. He found...
She brightened a little, quickening her pace. "Ben!"
He was wearing dark pants and a green button up, those dimples showing as he smiled. "Hey. Ready?" he asked, offering his arm warmly.
She walked for a bit, looking for him as she followed the path.
Zerras's expression fell flat as he tipped his head back. "Oh. Right. Okay." About 30 seconds later Reeve would come out of his shop, closing up...
