Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

"anselm doesn't like anyone except for etienne," heda ventured quietly, glancing down at her paws in the trail as their shoulders touched and warmth spread in her chest.
completely unaware of amadeo's marauding thoughts, heda considered her own on him. his words were kind and often the exact sort she needed; he must have gathered much wisdom in his life.
"everything happens for a reason," heda murmured in gentle rejoin, glancing gently to amadeo and then setting her eyes ahead. "i have a patrol to finish and then i need to get back to the rendezvous," she said after a moment, wondering if he would like to come with her on at least the first errand, and finding it hard to ask.