El's expression melted into a smile at his declaration. "I wouldn't mind the occasional rescue," she answered softly as she reached out to squeeze his free hand.
The soup was rather good -- hearty enough to make a decent meal, and the establishment was free with their bread and butter as well. She watched him subtlely through her long eyelashes, reviewing, in her mind's eye, all that had happened between them that morning.
And how it had put her into something of a panic.
About three-quarters of the way into her soup, Eliana rose gracefully from the table. She dabbed her lips lightly with her napkin, then leaned forward to place a tender kiss on Gherrick's cheek. It was no mere peck; it was a soft, slow kiss, intimate in the way her cheek brushed against his and her hand touched his chest.
She thought about saying something witty or endearing...but, ultimately, she left without a word, scarcely giving him time to react as she left. Outside, she quickly negotiated a lift with a passing caravan -- and then she was gone.
And Gherrick would find the stolen gold tucked away into his breast pocket as a parting gift.
(OOC: Because this needed to happen, Spice!)