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The shorter relaxed at his genuine smile, happy to see it and knowing she must have done something Right to gain it. Her fingers laced together behind her back as she nodded to his question.
“Don’t worry! We have a camp. It’s a tiny bit off from here, but not too far. It should only take us less than an hour to reach.”
Dancing, he doesn’t mind. Walking to Point A to Point B was reasonable enough. But something about the way she says a tiny bit off makes him realize (and remember) that war is a lot of walking. A lot of marching.
“Alright, Shiori... Timer starts now.”
He brushes imaginary dust from his scant clothing, bangles jangling on his wrists before he takes a breath, puffing up as he pushes hair behind his shoulders.
“Lead the way!”
