He looked up at her. "Thank you." *** He frowned, watching her. He wasn't sure what to say, but he certainly didn't seem happy. *** "You don't have to apologize.. I'm just embarrassed to explain what I meant."
She grinned at him. "Of course," she said simply, returning to the stove. * * * She hesitated before standing up abruptly, dusting herself off. "I... I'm sorry. I should go. I'm sorry." * * * "Oh?" he asked curiously before kissing her nose. "What do you mean?"
He picked up his spoon to eat, resting his head on his hand. *** He sighed, looking back at the fire. "Okay." *** She hesitated. "It's sort of inappropriate.."
She returned to him after a moment with a much smaller bowl, sitting next to him and beginning to eat, clearly lost in her thoughts. * * * She hesitated, clearly conflicted before she turned and left silently, her head bowed. * * * He paused before flushing deeply. "Oh. I see."
He looked over at her, observing thoughtfully. *** He continued poking the fire, frowning deeply. *** She laughed slightly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Sorry."
It took her a minute to notice he was looking, her gaze flickering to him. "What is it?" * * * He pursed his lips in embarrassment before kissing her cheek. "Be patient," he told her quietly. "I'll make it worth your wait, I promise."
He smiled softly. "You're really cute." *** She blushed again, watching him with a grin. "Okay. I'll miss you."
She looked surprised, raising an eyebrow curiously. "What did I do?" * * * "I'll miss you too," he promised, standing up. "I'll see you later."
He shrugged. "Nothing, really. I just like you a lot." *** She went back under the covers. "See you later."
She laughed slightly, looking down at the porridge embarrassedly. "I... I like you a lot too." * * * He left, closing the door behind him.
She pursed her lips, looking back down at her food before standing up and moving over to her workbench, clearing aside some space.
She looked over at him thoughtfully before looking back down at some papers. "I'm not sure yet," she admitted. "I just had an idea for something that theoretically could help someone with clearing an area of Plaguers while scouting.
"Hopefully," she said, muttering to herself as she began sketching, "it would create a flash of smoke that would irritate the Plaguers only as compared to our scouts."
She had already begun sketching out the bomb with quick, practiced pencil strokes. "It could be something... I just gotta get it down while I'm thinking."
She finished jotting down some notes before pausing, looking over at him. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, coming over to him.
