Swiftcurrent Creek Within the sound of silence

Arric was... distracting. Hell. Tybault tried to ignore the teasing looks, the smile, but he couldn't help but shoot him a glare when they got to the border. It was a glare without much heat to it, though; he couldn't really be mad. It seemed the man had made it his own personal mission for the day to help Tybault, so he tried to be grateful.
He brought food. Tybault shifted a little awkwardly. Thank you, He wondered if Lestan would be equally confusing and infuriating and helpful. Hopefully only the latter. He ripped off a piece of the rabbit, not wanting to appear ungrateful, though a meal was the last thing on his mind right now.