"Well.. It can be difficult at first, but I think you'll catch on quick," she said honestly. *** He still seemed a little worried. "In a second. Let me get a fire going."
"With your faith, I can do anything." * * * She came over to him, the tip of her nose pink from the cold. "You're still worried."
"You probably want me to, right?" he asked, turning to look at her. "So you can sleep?" * * * She put her hands on his cheeks. Her fingers were cold. "Feel!"
She tilted her head. "I always enjoy your company." *** He pulled away in surprise, taking her hands. "Yes. That is cold. So let me start a fire."
He looked over in surprise, raising an eyebrow. * * * She grinned up at him, looking excited as she squeezed his hands. "I'm really glad you're here."
She tilted her head at him. "You're, like, my best friend, Victor." *** He looked a little confused. "Okay..? I'm glad you're here too."
"Yeah! I spend more time with you than anyone else." *** He squinted, pulling away uncertainly. "I'm gonna start a fire."
He laughed, shaking his head. "That's 'cause you're new to the area." * * * She frowned, going back over to the kitchen. "You look worried."
She shook her head thoughtfully. "Nah. I'd prefer you." *** He looked back, sighing as he put logs in the fireplace. "I don't want you to be cold."
"You've only made friends with the cockroaches." * * * She sat on the edge of the counter, looking at him expectantly.
She rolled her eyes, looking at her hands. "And out of the people of house. I ike you best." *** He hesitated. "Are you feeling okay?"
He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure." * * * She nodded. "I met another rogue who gave me something to drink," she said eagerly.
“They’re better influences, at the very least.” *** “I don’t know, but it made me feel all warm. Victor said it was okay.”
"I like to think I'm the bad influence," she teased. "I'm the one suggesting dangerous adventures." *** His frown deepened. "It was Victor? What did it taste like?"
“I’m the one riding cats. We’ll call it even.” *** She frowned, reaching for him impatiently. “Like grape juice that’s gone bad. It wasn’t a lot; I just stopped by the trading post to try and get more supplies, and he was also there.”
