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He shook his head at her questions, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Ever since that trip way back in the day, he hadn’t been able to stay in one place for very long. And with his feelings of confusion and guilt mounting toward all things Atautsikut, Caracal was beginning to think it would be better to simply cut ties.

Heda’s next words startled him a bit. His eyes cut sharply to her face. Caracal distinctly remember how cagey she’d been about this subject during their prior conversation. His lips twitched into a faint smile when he realized she was opening up to him, only to droop again when she admitted having feelings similar to his own.

I don’t know, Caracal admitted. He leaned against it when she bumped his shoulder. But I think it’d be easier if… maybe, if… He exhaled and glanced away, eyes losing focus as he stared unseeingly into the distance.

Was that what had prompted him to ask her along? Following his conversation with Gunnar about travel companions, perhaps he had subconsciously chosen to test the waters by going on this trip? Caracal pressed his lips together, mulling. But they didn’t know each other that well. He couldn’t ask her to uproot for him.