Even as she fell away he kept his head leaned back enough to watch her braid her hair. He was quiet, very still, and curiously observent of the simple action. Seeing her fingers dance along, weaving in and out, he couldn't help but think about how rare moments like this were for them; just being at peace, silent, and together even if they talked of nothing. He wasn't at all sure of what she was thinking about, if anything, but the sigh that broke the moment seemed to have a voice all its own that, to him, spoke in tongues.
As she moved away and went to attend to her things, he sat up, but still watched her. I don't even know what our future holds. I know what I would like, but does she want the same? Will we still be this way every day? She says that she loves me, but will it last for her? She's given up so much to try this with me, to search for a teacher, but how long will she last like this? She gets so frustrated by it all, I know it's difficult to keep doing this...
Finally standing, he eyed the armor as she fussed with it, but something seemed amiss. She seemed...different, somehow. He didn't miss the touch to her side, but he immediately chalked it up to soreness from their travels and a pang of guilt touched his heart at the thought of it, that they might have been pushing too hard for too long. It was strange, to think that and then see her looking happier to give one more kiss, to reach out for him. "Of course," was all he said as he intertwined the fingers of one hand with hers and then reached for his own pack.
Heading out from the tavern, Caden tried to get his bearings of the road, even as they walked along the way he took them not with complete certainty. "I think it's this way," he mumbled, eyeing the hills beyond them. "Probably up there, since it's kind of close... I'd think so, at least..." He just shrugged for this; they'd been searching for so long now that he didn't feel as much urgency now as in the beginning when he saw possibility at every twist and turn.