Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

arcturus had never been called a romantic (and an unflatteringly masculine part of him almost rebelled against such label), but he found with wraen, he did not mind it so much.

perhaps he was romantic.

on the subject of food, he was blown away she did not have a preference. he liked his food as any other, and while he had not been able to be picky during the famine, he had only lost a slight bit of condition that had been easily regained during the spring thaw.

thinking now of food, arcturus' mouth watered and he stowed away such thoughts, perplexed by wraen's next question. "to the sentinels." he responded almost immediately, feeling it was some sort of joke or trick. he tilted his head questioningly to the side. again came that stupid, insipid question (do you like me?  and he buried it deep).

"who was your first crush?"

there, he said it -- or at least, had started the path down that forbidden, exciting topic...

and now his nerves were afire in nervousness.