Tiara
"Oh! Sorry, I forgot about that for a second."

*The treton readjusts herself to relieve the pressure off of Horace's arm. Right now, she was just glad to be in someone's company again, especially after having the hole in her heart carved out again.*

"I know, but... I just remember back when I was married. I was happy. *We* Were happy. That's all I want back again, really. Is it too much to ask?"

*For a brief moment, the Fricharii can sense the absolute hate radiating from the treton, before dying back down into nothingness. She moves away, wiping her now dried up tears along with the grime on her face, revealing a semblance of her former beauty.*
Harold
"Y-you're fine..."

*An easy breath is huffed as his arm is left alone. The elf glancing back at the woman as she questions him. Sighing lightly before he moves to take a last puff. Flicking the cigarette away, the embers dying as they hit the cold dirt.*

"Not at all. Build happiness all you like, it won't last of you aren't strong enough. My father taught me that, as his empire was torn out from under his feet. It always made we wonder about true strength..."

*The elf shakes his head as he realizes he was rambling. Looking to the Trenton, his eyes widening as he notices the diamond in the rough before him. It was easy to forget, wasn't it.*

"Why don't we get out of the dirt Aka? A warm bath, fresh change of clothes, and a hot meal might do something for you. I can't cook as well with my arm like this, but I'm sure I can make something." 

*The elf smiles back.*
Tiara
"It's a shame then, really. How much we must fight in order to keep peace. I wonder what would have happened long ago if I had fought. Or maybe just ran. Escaped. Maybe that would have been enough."

*The treton blinks, then smiles warmly, attempting to liven up the atmosphere in the dead air.*

"I guess I've been in the down for so long I've forgotten what it's like to feel good again. Besides that night with you once. Everything else has been... Mediocre, at best. Even with... Celaena around."

*Her mind temporarily drifted to the other Steppe elf, with her soft silver hair, before mentally throwing the image out of her head. She left her. She didn't matter anymore.*

"So, where to, Horace?"
Harold
"Well, I'm based back in Salvainia, so it'll be a good few days till we get home. I've got a place at an Inn for now... How would you feel about visiting a bath house while I check the market?"

*The elf had something of a thought out plan. Placing his arm against the wall as he attempts to pull himself up to stand. Glancing down at the woman and offering her a hand.*
Tiara
"Ah, a bathhouse. I've... Never been to one, if I'll be honest. Hakaze and I had a private bath in our home. How does it work?"

*Yakaiyo takes the elf's offered hand, standing up somewhat slouched, then stretches herself backwards before straightening her posture.*

"I can handle being on the move a bit. Where's it located?"