Golden Glade metanoia

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She fell in step beside him, and he spared her a brief look before concentrating on the patrol, pausing briefly to spray his scent on the ground. Through his peripheral vision, he noticed his companion sending him sideways glances every once in a while, but otherwise said nothing about it. Nico knew, to some extent, that he was relatively good looking but didn't dwell on it; he wasn't a narcissist. And besides, soldiering didn't make much time for admiring, or, romance.

She spoke, and the soldier turned his head slightly, fixing his green gaze on her as she voiced her question, before turning back to scan his surroundings.  "Charley found me nearby," he answered slowly, wondering what she really wanted to know from him. "I'm a soldier, away from an army. Someone like me doesn't have much use alone. He told me about his pack; I joined up."

Nico paused, eyes narrowing to look at her, though the corner of his lip quirked upward in an unmistakable smile. "What about you, Shalon?"