"That's a nice thing you said." Ori smiled bleakly. "And I guess it's true, too... People change." she shrugged, and for a moment, remained silent. Her eyes studied Phintil's figure instead, half lost in a daydream, wondering.
"What's it like, to belong somewhere, or to have a family?" she asked eventually. "I never had any. Neither did Enedith - believe me or not, that's his full name - as we've been in the streets for as long as we remember. I guess... I guess it's nice, huh?" she smiled.
"Dirty bastard! That's how you pa-" a voice sounded from behind the door, but it was silenced by a thud - apparently, the thud of Enedith's boot on someone's face.
"Stop talking nonsense." he stopped her, accompanied by the sound of a closing door, and pretending that nothing's happened. She quickly turned over to see his figure, tying his hair up with his left hand, while his right lifelessly hung by in a sling. "We gotta get moving. You know far too well that if we arrive after ten, we're gonna get twice the crap on our heads. And twice the sweeping the morning after." he growled. He didn't look as haggard anymore - he was just angry.
She shrugged, and slowly stood up. "Alright, alright, you don't have to bite my head off for it." she groaned, scratching her head. "Geez, Ene, you can be such a jerk."
"And you don't do anything but stare! Gods, Ori, be useful for once."
"That goes for you, too! I wanna see you doing anything except for fighting. You know, kicking someone's ass won't cook you a dinner!"
"Neither will you, cause you can't cook." he shut her up, and finished tying his bright crimson hair up.
"I'm sorry for this, mister." he shrugged at Phintil, and gestured for Ori to move. "We will get going soon. And I'll let you know about that offer of yours... Though, let me ask you a question - "
He glanced over his shoulder, "You don't look like a local. Do you have a place in an inn or what? Cause if you don't, we might have a free room at master's. To repay the favor."