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Every now and again she'd looked towards the entrance, wondering to herself when they'd be able to take off once again. She'd grown a bit more comfortable around the male during their short trip, feeling less inclined now to stare his way constantly. Though a quick glance was offered in his direction every now and again, it was more out of habit, rather than a present feeling of nervousness. The only time in which she'd looked towards his face with an unwavering stare was when he'd started to speak. His answers were not quite what she'd wanted, but she'd nodded nevertheless, knowing that she could not change his skill set simply by willing it. It had been enough that he'd found them a place to rest in until the storm had passed them by, and so she'd not voiced her disappointment.

"It is fine," she'd told him, picking up where he'd left off at. "You were able to pick up on it eventually, as well as find us a shelter, so it is fine." For a brief moment, she'd watched him, only to then turn her attention back towards the entrance. Asterr did not wish for the rain, but the end of the storm entirely, simply so her return home would be sooner. In the meantime, however, she knew that they were stuck there, and so she'd decided to make use of their time. "Are you so sure that you will stay even after I am no longer like this?" she'd wondered aloud, but her head had not yet turned to face him. Next to nothing was known about the man, and so she was somewhat interested in learning more about him.