"Really?"
His tone is just as surprised as hers is, and he tries to brush off her kind words as quickly as possible. He doesn't like to think much about that part of his life, that chunk of time, but if anything he's always known he owed a lot to Dakara for finally being the one to slow down and care if he learned or not. Really, it makes him miss her, the only other one who's ever really intentionally taken time to compliment him or to give him the time of day concerning, well, anything.
So her words, coming from a stranger he's just met, are even more rare. He doesn't want to dwell on them or analyze them and let that throw him off him game, make him make some fatal error or slip up. He's content to move on and focus back on her.
"Well, I️ guess after spending so much time in the desert, it's not like there would have been much need, huh?"
He dusts his hands off from any leftover crumbs and looks out over the river, rushing and wild, but also beckoning. Water has always felt so secure to him, he can't imagine not being able to swim.
"Swimming has always been kind of a comfort for me. I️ hope you learn some day so you can know how great it is."
He doesn't know why he'd just said that. Why is he hoping for good things for her? Wanting her to experience that same comfort? Maybe this idea of exchanging information had been a bad idea and the more she's sharing of herself, the more attached he's getting to a person and not just a source of income. Maybe it's time to cut all this short.
"Well, it's getting late. Probably a good time to turn in. I️'ve got a bedroll here and some extra blankets that we can split between the two of us and sleep pretty comfortably. Unless of course, you're a weirdo who prefers beds to the ground."
His tone is just as surprised as hers is, and he tries to brush off her kind words as quickly as possible. He doesn't like to think much about that part of his life, that chunk of time, but if anything he's always known he owed a lot to Dakara for finally being the one to slow down and care if he learned or not. Really, it makes him miss her, the only other one who's ever really intentionally taken time to compliment him or to give him the time of day concerning, well, anything.
So her words, coming from a stranger he's just met, are even more rare. He doesn't want to dwell on them or analyze them and let that throw him off him game, make him make some fatal error or slip up. He's content to move on and focus back on her.
"Well, I️ guess after spending so much time in the desert, it's not like there would have been much need, huh?"
He dusts his hands off from any leftover crumbs and looks out over the river, rushing and wild, but also beckoning. Water has always felt so secure to him, he can't imagine not being able to swim.
"Swimming has always been kind of a comfort for me. I️ hope you learn some day so you can know how great it is."
He doesn't know why he'd just said that. Why is he hoping for good things for her? Wanting her to experience that same comfort? Maybe this idea of exchanging information had been a bad idea and the more she's sharing of herself, the more attached he's getting to a person and not just a source of income. Maybe it's time to cut all this short.
"Well, it's getting late. Probably a good time to turn in. I️'ve got a bedroll here and some extra blankets that we can split between the two of us and sleep pretty comfortably. Unless of course, you're a weirdo who prefers beds to the ground."