She looked down before squinting at him, shaking her arm under the cloth to demonstrate the article of clothing. "This is a cloak, Zerras."
"I mean, you think after 200 years, a guy would be able to discern the difference between a cloak and a coat," she mused almost playfully, very deliberately ignoring the question.
Her brow furrowed in concern and she looked surprised, her head jerking up to look at him. "What? Nonononono. No. If I wanted to kill you, Zerras, I would've poisoned your food."
This didn't seem to make him feel any better, and he still looked skeptical and a little suspicious. He stopped, dropping his bag. They were still a safe distance from the woods. "..We can camp here."
She noticed his demeanor change and shrugged off her scythe, setting it down before sitting on the grass, looking up at him. "...okay. Fine," she said after a moment, squinting at him as she took off her bag and set it down. "Okay. I was going to make a tiny kite."
He was already setting up his blanket with a frown, clearing an area for a small fire. "A kite?" he asked, still focusing on his task.
She frowned at him before pulling the project out from under her cloak. "Yes. I don't expect you to understand yet," she said, resuming her work as she began to braid thin grass to make a tail. "But you'll see."
He looked unsure, getting up to gather supplies for the fire, heading towards the woods for some sticks.
She watched him go, uncertain if she should follow him. As he headed off further, she seemed confident that he did not, in fact, desire her company, and she returned to her work, fasting two sticks together to serve as the frame.
By the time she had returned, she was holding a tiny kite in her hands, flying it in the cool breeze.
He watched for a moment before looking back down at the campfire with a tired sigh, trying to start a fire.
She looked over at him before coming over to him, offering him the kite. “Here,” she said gently. “Let me. I know this kind of stuff.”
It was very small. The thicker grass had been woven together to form the sheet of the kite, with a twig frame supporting it and a tiny braided rope acting as the tail. It had only taken her about 15 minutes to make. In front of him, she bent over her task, beginning to rub the sticks together.
