Wonderkind

She frowned, looking guilty.

“Right...”

 

She wasn’t looking at him. She tied the rope around the bedroll to secure it, and began to strap it to her bag, saying nothing.

 

"Zerras," she replied quickly, pulling a band along the top and slipping on her bag. "It's a little bit my fault."

 

"If I had began to study divination when I was younger, I would have more control over it. I just... I wasn't interested in it."

 

She started laughing.

“I would have known it would happen if I had practiced divination sooner.”

 

She looked over at him, squinting a little.

“I don’t need excuses.”

 

She rolled her eyes before opening her arms to him.

“Can we not?”

 

“You’re sweet to worry,” she said firmly, her left ear flickering. “But you also can’t control what I think.”

 

She paused before reaching up and giving him a quick peck.

"Don't worry. Ready to go?"

 

She dimpled, slipping her hand in his, her fingers cautiously intertwining with his.