He pulled a tin plate from his bag and offered her some roasted root vegetables and some sort of wild rice. "I'm really glad we did this."
She took it with a murmur of thanks, sitting up and crossing her legs. "Me too. It's really nice out here."
"It is, right?" he asked conversationally, tilting his head back to look at the stars peeking down at them. "I like it quite a bit."
He looked down at her thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowing as those grey eyes considered her. "You're beautiful, you know," he told her gently.
She was watching the fire, occasionally brushing back the loose strands of hair that fell in her face.
He watched her thoughtfully before leaning back against her playfully. "So, Blaisey. What was it like growing up in the city?"
She looked over at him. "..Dangerous," she admitted. "You always have to watch out for the plague or other clans or the spores."
"Spores?" he asked curiously, looking over at her and taking her empty plate from her, standing up and offering a hand. "What are spores?"
She took it, standing. "Spores? I supposed they wouldn't have those in the woods." She frowned slightly. "It's a fungus-like version of the plague that forms in places where infected have taken over."
