Bearclaw Valley In this world, it's just us

He stretched his arm slowly, testing the muscles beneath the layer of snow Rala had so carefully applied. The tension eased slightly as he moved, and though there was still an ache, it was far better than before. A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he rolled his shoulder.

Better than it was, he said with a satisfied huff, lowering his arm back to his side. His dark eyes met hers briefly, catching the faint worry that lingered in her expression. He wasn’t one for emotional moments, but even he could appreciate her effort, her care.

Thanks, Rala, he added, his tone softening. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he straightened. Hope for the best, yeah? You’ve done good work here.

There was no teasing now, just a quiet sincerity as he stepped back, giving her space and letting her words from earlier settle.