....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?"