"You never know. The dog might like it."

[ I might like it. ]

"Senstive nose, on you."

....snrk.

"...thought I might need it later."

"Worth a try."

Digging through her pack, she draws an apple out. Sniffs it. Frowns. Putting it back, and drawing another one out before taking oversized bite of it.

"You should eat, though."

....I also like jam. Would you make me some?

Hm.

[Small. Cute. It suits her. Try not to think about anything else.]

Very charming.

Mhm. Yes.

Though I think...yes, raspberries are my favorite.

"I can be."

A slight bow of her head in a nod. Shrugging off a weighty pack and rolling her shoulders once she's signaled the rest of the group for a stop.

"If anyone asks, I got terribly hungry and pitiful looking. Not you."

...(strawberry,, : ) )

Every day

A slow blink. Her mouth twitches a little, like she wants to scowl but can't let it happen.

...

"Mm. Alright. Perhaps a rest, then."

Finally she pauses when he staggers, this time.

"No. Just an observation."

Turning to him, tilting her head a bit too far. Unnatural looking habit.

"If you are going to be that weakened, I can just carry you."

[Sleeping facedown on the dirt somewhere]

"Mm."

There's a grunt of a response. Eyes forward again.

"You still have plenty of breath to talk."

A slight slow in step, and a very subtle turn. Barely glancing back.

"You really have neglected your body too much. Are you going to die back there?"