𝐄𝐋.

Nothing of note for her to see out there. She must’ve caught him early. Green eyes drift to the side to look at him, a small smile on her lips.

“No.”

She won’t elaborate, though. Not now.

“I find your methods quite interesting.”

She admits, now standing near his side. She looks where he had been focused prior to noticing her, trying to see what had his attention.

“Observing you.”

Echoes the stranger with an equally slight nod. Another brief pause before she speaks again.

“How well do you intend to follow through tonight?”

She doesn’t want to miss anything good.

She lingers where she stands for a moment, and then obliges his silent command to step closer. She considers his question.

“An observer.”

And she does so, seeming to materialize from the shadows behind him. Green eyes focused and observant. The gun is of no apparent concern to her. Wild black curls drift on the wind, revealing the handle of the sword upon her back.

She says nothing, but makes no further move towards him either.

So never.

Oh really? You’d make an awful teacher.

You’re being purposefully obtuse and I don’t care for it.

Is he ever there? It’s not really something I consider.

Sarcasm is also quite beautiful.

Really? I’d have never guessed.

I think that’s what you’re hoping I’ll say. I won’t, though.

Scaries and wilds…such compliments. My deal is that I live here.

Everyone has a story, that’s called life. How often have you been struck in the head?

I didn’t yell. I can survive without your company just as well.

I haven’t done anything ‘shady’. I think you invented the practice, though.

I really don’t think you know what you’re talking about.

< caught here, the consequences will be dire. So she intends not to be caught.

“I think I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?”

She frowns at his answer. The idea of a person being another’s possession agitates her. She’s got her own experience with being owned like that. It makes her stomach churn.

“You should not be here.”

She counters, digits curling around the bars as she moves closer. He’s a point. If she’s >

I’ll meet you there.

So you do know about real food…

Sounds good.

Yeah, I could eat.

I did.

She frowns at his soft spoken words. Drawing nearer to the chained man both to hear him better and from curiosity.

“No, it is no life. Who dares bind you?”

Maybe, but you should try it with real food.

I don’t believe we’re at war now, not here. You could eat anything.

Why do you subsist on such junk?

Ah, I thought you were making a point about our last incident.

I don’t believe I leave people standing long enough to have a word-of-mouth reputation.

What are you trying to say about me?

Know the feeling?

Living half a life.

Do tell.

They do not, but she won’t bring it up if he doesn’t.

A couple hours. Are you bored?

That wasn’t me, I think.