Whitefish River all this on me

Her question seemed to thoroughly panic this poor dude, which made Spica feel all the more amused. She didn't really know what it was like to be in his shoes in any way, having lived a privileged life and always having had a natural abundance of self-confidence. Her smile remained as he seemed to be lost in thought while he kept staring at her; this alone was an admission of guilt in regards to her question.

Eventually he managed to bring forth a few words, stammered as they were. Spica did not manage to suppress a chuckle and then finally, he stopped the stammering and admitted almost guiltily: yes.

Man, it was almost a shame that she was leaving, because Spica was having a lot of fun pushing this guy around. They could've become friends for sure, she felt, given a bit more time. It's your unlucky day then, because I'm leaving the pack like, today, to become an adventurer, Spica said as she flashed another pleased smile. Thinking about her and Syrma's impending adventure always brought a smile to her face. She didn't really think that this dude would miss her very much (he seemed kind of miserable right now, even though he was flirting with her), but she definitely wouldn't have minded to have kept him in her life.