Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

”I can live with that,” Fig replied with a smile. He wondered suddenly if this would be considered flirting, and if she’d think him a creep for it. But it was a factual statement—he was perfectly content to have her as his sole companion so far north of the valley’s packs.

”I was born on the other side of the Barrier Mountains to the West,” he explained, ”I’ve never spent much time this far East, not until recently.”

Fig noticed the trail they took was indeed growing more congested, and yet it didn’t occur to him to question her. He was enjoying the conversation, and his mind was too busy wondering if he’d come across an opening to ask how she’d been doing with the problem she’d originally spoken to him about. His mind was also a little busy trying not to notice how often his shoulder brushed against hers as they walked.

Her answer drew a bemused little smirk to his face. ”Camping?” Fig repeated, tilting it into a question as he quirked a brow at her.