"You still did," she replied, beginning to walk again. "You did anyway. You can't apologize like that if you did it anyway." She shook her head, looking away from him. "That's not how that works."
They walked in silence for a long time as the twilight sky above them turned into night. She didn't even look at him, still watching the ground as they walked, but he would catch her looking up at the stars every so often, her gaze plaintive and longing.
Her expression hardened and she looked away from him. “Not until we finish this,” she replied flatly.
About an hour passed before she stopped, turning away from him. "We'll camp here for the night," she said, kneeling down and placing her hands on the ground, trying to use nature magic.
It appeared the day had worn her down a bit, and she found difficulty fixing the branches. Zerras frowned, clearing the area of snow and branches as usual. "I'll start the fire pit."
Her shoulders hunched and her fingers curled into the ground as she felt a lump grow in her throat. She closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath, trying to relax.
He was focusing on his own task, stacking the rocks side by side. She would slowly gain control again, feeling the surround plants.
He set up the fire. All that was needed was the flame. He set up his own bed on the opposite side from hers.
She returned to the fire pit, setting her hands on the flames, the anger bubbling easily on the surface for her to create a roaring fire.
He watched her for a moment, his brows furrowed as he looked down at his sword. He didn't like feeling like this.
She was quiet for a long time, so long that he might've thought she was asleep. Finally, though, he would hear a small sob slipping out from her lips, hidden beneath her hood. She curled up tighter in response and he would see her move her hand to her mouth to stop herself from making any noise.
