Shimmering Sands i hope the roof flies off and i get blown out into space

She follows wordlessly, silent for a time as she trails slightly behind him. Even in their current situation, she can't help thinking about how lucky she is to be here — with Sarthorn, and more freedom than she knows what to do with. The thought seems to find her every day when the sky begins to darken; like clockwork, rain or shine. Each time feels just like the first.
She draws up alongside him with a gentle nudge. She doesn't want to distract him with the same tired lines about love and freedom and their new beginning, fresh as the sentiment might feel to her, but she wants to share some part of the joy and gratitude swelling in her chest nonetheless. I love you, She murmurs, voice full of emotion. Her eyes stay fixed ahead, searching for anything they might be able to use as shelter, but she stays close enough for their fur to brush as they walk.