Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

The man felt his throat begin to close with anxiety and sadness as he sat watch. He had not provided for anyone in a long time. The last time he had was for his family, quite a few moon cycles ago. His priorities would always be his children, and yet here he was fooling around with this woman. Nothing against her, but Marcus felt a pang of guilt. 

Suddenly, his flame was quenched. She was looking at him, and he returned with his own glance. But instead of pursuing her further, the gentleman took a seat where he was a few tail-lengths away from her. He had lost his appetite.