Redsand Canyon I never stay in one place too long

his mouth twitched. that was more than doable. but fennec desired the mundane. the constant closeness. and it was not compatible, that word once more, with the reality of mereo: that he was gone long hours and would be taking organized trips further from home now that the younger soldiers were old enough to march.

"i am not a romantic, lady fennec." it was perhaps one of the largest failings when it came to his interactions with the other sex. "but i do not insist upon the absence of touch." there was nothing else to say on that front. physical contact was not a language he spoke often or sought. it was her own language.

but neither was he opposed to linguistics. he had given ruenna many massages for her pain in the privacy of their own home. he simply did not fawn upon her in public.

"trust. do you mean in terms of fidelity?" before they expanded upon that the tactician sought this piece of information. and after a pause he asked, "what are your thoughts on choosing a surname? roman women append caeso- before whatever that name might be." and he wanted the formality. that was a necessity to him for it was a name passed down.