He sat down as well, taking a pillow into his lap. "Do you think they'd notice if we stayed here tonight?" *** She frowned, sitting up again. "Something like that has never happened to me before."
She frowned, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Maybe... mine would be a little worried, but I think it would be okay.” *** “That would explain the running around in the open at night,” he replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a few herbs. He crouched by the fire, making some sort of soup. “That’s kind of rule number one.”
He hesitated. "We don't have to." *** She got out of the bed, joining him. "Not that. Being attacked by a bird."
She rolled her eyes, leaning her back against him playfully and resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m in if you’re in, remember?” *** “There’s a first time for everything,” he said tiredly. “You really shouldn’t be moving around yet.”
She looked up at him playfully. “Yeah. Let’s be brave.” *** “You literally just said that this was the first time something like this has happened to you. Lie down.”
He nodded slowly. "If you say so." *** She tilted her head at him, pursing her lips. "Can I ask a question first?"
She shifted off of him, lying down on her stomach as she looked out the window again. *** He sighed, looking over at her again. “Shoot.”
He leaned back on his hands, looking out as well. *** She gestured to his lip. "Where did you get that scar?"
“Hey, ‘Siris?” she mumbled after a moment, sounding like she might have been getting sleepy. *** He squinted at her and was quiet for a second before shrugging smoothly, looking back down at the soup he was making. “I got cut,” he replied, pouring her a bowl and handing it to her before standing up, another bowl in his hand. “Stay here; I’ll be right back.”
He looked down at her curiously. "Yeah..?" *** She looked up at him, taking the bowl with a tilted head. "Oh.. Okay."
“You’re my best friend,” she told him, her eyes closed and her head resting on her folded hands. “You know that, right?” *** He stood up and left, still holding the bowl in his hand.
She nodded sleepily, her eyes remaining closed and her lips brushing the back of her hands. “Good.” *** He returned about ten minutes later, the bowl now empty and his eyes distracted.
He laid down as well, shutting his eyes contentedly. *** She looked up at him, her expression curious. "You alright?"
(Zoop?) * * * He returned her gaze, looking thoughtful. "Yes. I'm concerned about Munsheiner. That owl that attacked you has been a bit of a pest lately."
The next morning, Dahlia woke blearily, blinking in the early morning light. * * * He squinted at her. "I am well aware that they are nocturnal," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I travel at night. It is a part of life."
Osiris was still asleep, lying on his back. *** She frowned slightly. "I figured you might know. Why not travel during the day?"
She squinted before sitting up, looking over at him for a moment. She stood up. "Siris, I'm gonna go, okay?" * * * "I do that too," he replied. "But there are predators then too."
