Hallows End was a great time to be undead, in Aria's opinion. It was time to celebrate rising from the grave for everyone, rabble rouse with tales of daring do and dangerous donts. She sat in the corner of inn, away from the newly raised dead that were excitedly talking about the burning of the wicker man and freedom from life and all the evils of the world.
It wasn't quite a freedom from life when you were still around to be in the world, but Aria couldn't fault them for their excitement. She was spinning thread onto cones that she would pack into her first aid kits, Orpheus at her side working with some pliers and copper he twisted around into pieces of simple jewelry. He had a sour look ok his face and Aria reached out to lightly pat his shoulder.
"Let them have their fun... There's too much to be serious about, they need this." The priestess murmured, tucking the thread into her pack before starting on another, noting that she needed to get sharper needles before they started out again.
Her companion grunted but shrugged, closing his eyes when her hand cupped his cheek (or rather the leather that made up most of his cheek now). When he looked at her, his expression was calmer and she closed the space between them so she could press their foreheads together.
"Plus, they break out the good food for these celebrations... Roasted bat wings instead of rat kebabs for dinner."
Groaning, he lightly shoved her away, laughing when she protested that the meat was hardier and good for them both.
