Swiftcurrent Creek you never thought we'd go to war, after all the things we saw

He couldn’t help it—he laughed. The idea of her being terrible and him a charmer was a far cry from reality. “Trading places for a day, are we? Don’t tempt me, Arlette… I’ll drag you out just so we can try it on a few rogues just for some laughs.”

Instead, he lifted himself, moving forward to nudge her gently on the shoulder—eager to stretch out his legs. He cast her a sideways glance. “Saints?” It seemed there was a joke or story there he wasn’t privy to—and scooping up the fish he had caught for Cygnet, he began to hopefully lure the pale dove toward the direction of her charge, though not quite in a rush—he was enjoying her company.