Lost Creek Hollow venustas

Tumultuous, yes, very much so... but Ico did not know how to explain this without launching into a full-blown anecdote.

He looked up at Germanicus as the pacing man fell still and sat beside him. He was so tall... and strong, too, the swiftly-passing clouds casting shadow and light over his muscle-bound form. Ico could not help but admire him, a warmth growing in his chest, reminiscent of the first time he'd set eyes on the graceful hunter — but he swallowed the feeling, inappropriate as it was to the subject at hand.

So he opted to look ahead instead, gazing at a patch of wildflowers while not truly seeing them. I've only ever obeyed, too, he replied quietly, but he had no reason for it, unlike Germanicus. Ico was no soldier. Nor have I ever questioned a leader... outloud, Ico revealed. He chanced another glance up at his companion. Have you ever disparaged an order in your head, even as you carry it out?