Greatwater Lake marathon

Greyjoy had often felt his temper rise at her words, and his will nearly crack under the pressure of not giving in to her teasing words. For that was all it was, a game. She was trying to see how far she could push him before he snapped, and he was trying to withstand it as long as possible. Most days, he was able to keep his straight face, but sometimes he would leave their time together and go for a long run, to exhaust his anger, and return rejuvenated.

He watched her dig into the food, watch every moment as she ate and yet disliked it, though he knew she agreed with him. It would be good for her strength. As much as she hated to admit it, Greyjoy knew her mind almost as well as she did, and would sometimes speak the words she held on the tip of her tongue before she had a chance to voice them. It worked the other way round, too; Aktaiê knew him as well as she knew herself.

"I look forward to the day," he replied, glancing briefly in her direction, before turning to study their surroundings again. He knew she was longing for the coast as well, and the sooner they could move on, the better.