Jade Fern Grove we were caught up and lost in all of our vices

He knew it. He knew he could not find silence for a few minutes. While he appreciated Alarian's help, this was overboard. Outlander had barely gone far enough to warrant any worry. Or so he thinks.

Nothing. He replied with a grimace on his face as his head turned to examine his smaller companion. Can't go for a walk? I'll turn into a blob if I lay about all day. It was the truth. Outlander was self conscious enough about looking so shitty already, he did not need to turn into some fat blob who just lazed all day. No one would want him then. Not strangers, not Easthollow, not Alar— no one.

What are you doing? He pressed back a response with a touch of teasing his tone. The answer was going to be good, one way or another. Either he was being stalked or looked over like a toddler. Their crossing was no coincidence like the first time.