Anne
"Sounds great! I'll go get my tent quickly." He states. He noticed the beautiful sunset but he wants to enjoy it with her. So he sprints down the dune carefully and dissemble his tent as fast as possible. Once he's done, which only takes him a second, he runs back up the dune and reassembles the tent. Great! Now he can enjoy the sunset properly. He missed some of it but catches most of it, sitting down on the highest peak. Since she offered for him to join her, there's no doubt she's next to him, unless she goes to do something. If she isn't next to him, he gestures for her to join him. The brightness of the sky changes constantly as the clouds move in and out of the way of the sun. The plasma ball that sits in space moves slowly, darkening this side of the Earth. Red, orange, yellow, orange, purple, blue, dark blue. Leon has never taken notice of how special this moment actually is. He's seen it multiple times but sharing it with someone is amazing. "What a world." Once its over, he looks at Elowen for a moment. The shining light that brightened up her pale skin has gone away, leaving the moon to do the work. He smiles softly and says "I hope we get more moments like these. Moments that never get old." He stands up and stretches, feeling the rare breeze from the air. "I hardly got to see and enjoy these sights at my shop. And before that, I used to watch the sunset with my siblings but... I couldn't do that anymore after a while." Clearly something he refuses to explain. "But I'm glad it was with you." He pats her shoulder before going to his tent to grab his sword. He exits and starts practicing the moves again. He's improved, but he's still in need of guidance and direction. His moves could be quicker, faster and more defensive. He doesn't realize that fact though. Leon's just being his ignorant self.
Mary
As he sprinted down the hill, she sat herself down on the dune, unbuttoning her shirt. Down a few buttons, but not too much to start revealing her. It wasn't the right time of course. Of course, being a big shirt, her collar bones were quite pronounced, but not too excessive. It surely gave her that fragile look. Little do a lot of people know, she wasn't fragile. She was quite a strong and hardy person, contrary to her race. It would be difficult to believe that someone like her, an Air Macen, could live so long lacking the strength to even carry a log. That may just be the reason why she relied on people to help her on her adventures. She couldn't bring herself to stop staring at the sun. Correction, she couldn't help herself to stop staring at the clouds! The clouds were the best part. Each one was different. They all had stories of their formation and then their eventual demise. It's like people to be honest. They rise and they fall. Sometimes, they lose something, but they most definitely will grow back to their former glory. 

"Yeah me too. Staring at the sunset was something that I loved doing, even as a child. I was lonely as a child. I always used to think that there was a man out there. The man I would end up calling mine. Staring out at the same sun set as I was"

As the sun went to sleep, she took out the leather straps, needle, and the cord, starting to make Leon's sword belt. As he looked at the sky, Elowen moved towards him, going in for what seemed and even looks like a hug... But in reality, she actually just was checking for the size. Once that was done, she just started to sew and sew... Straight through the sunset and into the night. She wasn't exactly able to see that well, but the moonlight did help.

She would sit there, sewing for a while, entranced in her project. What was she thinking about? It was probably really important assuming that she hasn't moved, nor has she looked around like she used to. Little does Leon known, Elowen was thinking about her future as an Investigator. This adventure, albeit being short, was very fun. Going to the desert... Exploring vast bazaars and equally as vast desert lands; full towns and fuller cities. It was something that made adventuring what it was. A getaway from life as it is. It's what made it special for her. Of course, she would shake herself out of her thoughts after a while, practically finishing the belt portion of the sword belt. The hook for the scabbard should be easy, assuming he has one of course. 

She stood up, placing the projects into her bag, chucking that into the tent. It made a nice thud, Elowen pointing inside. She then proclaimed some rules for the two. She didn't want him to be awake for the whole night. It was something she didn't enjoy thinking about. 

"You, Mr Bodyguard, are sleeping tonight. We are a good distance away from the village and nothing will come and get us. We can use each other for warmth, but no creepy things. Too early, nor is it appropriate for this weather. In the morning, I change first then you. Then we can decide where we're going next"

She said, with a smile. She honestly didn't want to piss him off with her rules, but it was so she could protect herself. Men are scary after all. If Leon was able to see at night like he could at day, he could obviously see Elowen blushing at his naïve statement. What did he mean, I'm glad it was with you. She was obviously overthinking this. It was unlikely that he has gotten a liking to someone like her so quickly.
Anne
She tightens the leather around him to find the right proportions. She then goes to sowing. He simply watches as she does her work, following the string patterns and movements. Another skill, another power. Something else you could sell. Of course, someone like him would be thinking about selling at this point. He's a shopkeeper at heart. Once she finishes up, he nods at her saying "Thanks." He can tell that she seems down about something. Maybe stress regarding food and protection? Or for what they'll do next? Maybe it's something more personal. He'll ask her about it if it persists. However, Elowen's next statements aren't the happiest.

He frowns a bit. It's like a mother telling her child to go to bed. He wanted to train. He wanted to improve. She makes a fair point though, even when not regarding her insecurities. He should probably get some rest even though he can go many nights without it. It'll probably be a long day tomorrow too. Leon waits a moment before answering. "I'd rather you to be comfortable, Elowen. Sleeping together doesn't seem like the best idea for comfort." He sees the poor girl's blush quite well but doesn't know what it's for. Was it something he said? Does she look like this when she's tired? The redhead isn't aware that he's being more blunt than... Romantic. Doesn't make his statement meaningless, but it shows how much he values her. "I could sleep outside. If it get's too cold then I'll come in. Deal?" He says. Honestly, that's a lie. He'd stay outside in order to keep his word. Leon is just that type of person. He wishes he just purchased them separate tents. That would have made things a lot easier. He stands up, looking at his new belt as he waits for her answer.
Mary
She thought to herself. The poor boy doesn't even know what he said. She'll have to do something about that then. She buttoned up her shirt again, taking off her sword belt, taking out her sword. Since he wanted to train, she could probably spare a few more hours to train him up. It shouldn't do too much to her right? It was only a light train. She thought to herself for a moment, looking at her halberd... Would it be time to train him with going against that or no... Not a good time. He still needs to learn how to shield first. She drew a line with her sword in the sand, as if she was trying to write her mind out. Of course, this wasn't really what was happening, rather, she was just bored and tired for the most part. 

"Well, since you want to train so much, I suppose I can do a few more hours. There is no point of you sleeping outside of a tent if you have one. If it makes you feel as uncomfortable as it makes me to sleep right next to each other, we can split the tent in two and sleep on two different sides. 

She looked back at him with a smile again. Of course, she honestly didn't care about her own health, rather, she just tried to make sure he didn't get too tired and die when he was with her. It would ruin her since she knew she was the one who was unable to keep him in tip top condition. She herself wishes she had something like a horse and cart. That would make their experience that much more easier, being able to move around in a quicker amount of time... But alas, mistakes happen and they will bite you in the back. Now, she raised her sword to Leon, moving to an open field of desert. A duel! Of course... I don't know if it is in our best interests to battle this out IRP or just time skip it as it would be smart to get another GM to ref this, but I would go for a time skip. 

"We can decide what we do for sleeping after you train. Honestly, training will get me warm and ready for bed so that would be a good idea.

Right? Plus, again, you need this right? It'd prepare you for the future"
Anne
Leon smiles back at the girl. But under the smile is a bit of regret. He didn't want the girl to go out her way to do something that he'd rather do. He thought she'd let him sleep outside or come up with some plan to sleep in the tent at the same time, exactly like she just did. Even though the water macen didn't request it himself, she definitely knew from past experience. She's aware of how much he wants to train. Might as well not waste her time. He grabs his sword from the tent and stands up, watching Elowen. "Sleeping on different sides sounds like a plan." He states. They go to the open field to have their sparing and training match.

Leon undoubtedly loses. We all saw that coming, especially he did. But it was a good experience for tactic training and posture importance. They go back to their tents and he find his flask. He sips it as sits down quietly, trying to recall all that she showed him. He then prepares his side for rest. Whenever she enters, he says "You're too kind to me." With a chuckle. "I really appreciate that though. It's nice to have a friend that'll stay up to around midnight with me just to teach me skills that I could learn another time." Leon takes his sweater and uses it as a blanket. He lays down on his side with a soft sigh and yawn. He's finally going down. Eventually, he falls asleep, quiet as a puppy.
Mary
They dueled and dueled until they could no more. Elowen emerged as the victor in this round. It was a long fight. Have it be at both of them not really taking an offensive, or Elowen wasn't trying to beat him. She honestly wasn't. She was trying to give him the best chance he had, allowing him to strike at her. It honestly... Didn't work. Seems like he needed more aggressive instruction. The shield did help him though. He seemed to be using it correctly, though, he might need to use it more creatively. She sighed to herself. This night was fun. Wonder where they will go the next day? She sat outside for a bit, playing in the sand, pondering the words 'I'm glad it was with you.' What did he even mean with that? It's only been 3 weeks and they've been getting so close so quickly. But she still didn't know what he meant by that. Was he glad that it was with her because they were friends or was it because he had some hidden feelings for her. She searched inside of her for something... But the only thing she could feel was guilt. The guilt of knowing that she will lead his feelings on for too long until she gains them herself. She didn't want this to hinder their friendship. Things will happen when they happen. This just happened to happen right now. But, restless Elowen wouldn't sleep for a while... She was just confused. She tried to distract herself... She discreetly went inside of the tent... Grabbing her bag. He said his lines... She nodded to him silently, giving him a smile and thumbs up to send him to bed. She also grabbed his sword belt, quiver, and sword. She needed something to distract herself. She decided that she wanted to work on these for a bit longer. She dropped the items on the ground, sliding down the hill to find a rock... Anything. Of course, after a bit of searching, she would find a rock that was quite flat... Thank the lords. Of course, this was simply because they were near a river. She dragged herself up the dune again, starting on the sheath

It was a project for her to make perfect. 

With the dyed leather cording, she started to go over all of her original stitching, going much more fine to allow it to last longer. The stitching that is. She would spend a while sewing up those seams to be as perfect as possible... She then moved on to embellishing it. She remembered the intertwined patterns she saw on the Eísauen clothes... Which she has always wanted to buy, but it was simply too expensive for her. Thinking one up, she would just... Sew those in. It was quite a simple design, but it just added that bit of finesse and strength to the two materials. She made sure to add a reinforcement to the spots that she would assume that he'd put his things. Of course, she would allow these to be moved, but they were just an added bonus. It made it more comfortable to wear. She eventually put that down, grabbing his sword, unsheathing it. It has seen a lot of things. Mostly her sword clashing onto it. Her sword may not be sharp, but it was hard and even harder hitting. She got her flask, sprinkling some water on top of the rock to make a wet grinding surface, starting on the sword. It may not be surgically sharp, but by the end, it will be at the very least, shaving sharp. She didn't have anything to shave it on... At least anything she was willing to use it on. Sooo... She just made sure it was extra sharp by... Testing it on some cloth scraps. If it didn't pass her test, she would do it again until it was sharp enough to cut through the cloth by just simply passing on top. It was adequate. She finishes it off with a part of the rock that felt smoother, giving it a nice finish. The finish was something that was important to her. She then moved onto his quiver, fixing the worn out parts with the remaining leather and cordage she had. But alas, this would do very little to bring her out of that mental spiral that was misleading words.

But it's more fun when a character is misled in comparison to having a character that understands everything right? I think so myself. Her plan was to get herself out of this spiral, and she knew exactly how! 

She grabbed her halberd, which was still laying on the ground, swinging it around, getting herself tuned in with the weapon. She has never really used a weapon like this before, but she suspects she can figure it out if she was left to her own devices. It had four potentially usable spots. The spike on top, the spike on the bottom, the hook, and the concave axe head. She swung it around a few times, getting a feel of how she feels she would use it. She suspects that she can use the hook to pull or even rip parts out of someone if a situation arises. It was a good shape for that, so she assumed that was its purpose. She then just assumed that the spike would be good for using as a spear point, which it probably was. The axe would probably be her least used part... The shaft, even if it was a healthy brown and hard, wouldn't probably be able to last with constant use of the axe part. She would still suspect that it was going to be useful for cutting and cleaving people... Maybe even horse legs! Hmm yes, that was good against cavalry. But if she still had the chance, she would rather use the pointy part of her weapon. She should have honestly just gotten a bill hook or something similar. She would spend a long time outside, swinging, pulling, and poking with the weapon, perfecting her technique on an imaginary target. She would love to have someone to fight right now... As a practice. She obviously needed something to compensate for her lack of height. But that's what guys found nice right? A shorter, younger girl who was easier to handle when they do things. Those things may include practice!

Of course, after a few hours, it was already almost two or even three in the morning, Elowen finally going inside. She took off her outer layers, falling into the same clothes she went into the river with. They should really get a horse and cart... That would be an amazing idea! She laid down on her side, looking at her friend, looking away a moment after. It was creepy to watch someone sleep... Time for her to doze off. 

In the morning, he would find himself being the first up, Elowen sleeping in her undergarments, covered by practically nothing. She didn't like sleeping with clothes or even sleeping while warm. She loves sleeping in the cold. He would also find his sword, quiver, and sword belt right next to him. Any broken or worn out parts were repaired or even just replaced. She was a really nice person. She even sharpened his sword for him! She was really a nice girl, even naive sometimes. But, she only really does this because she didn't want to lose her only real friend. She was quite pretty asleep. He could see all her features properly while she was sleeping. They were very nice and proportional. He could see how lean she was, which wasn't really given any attention to by what she wore. She seemed to wear really baggy clothing assuming how small she was underneath. She was also miraculously clean and lacking the dirt that she would most likely have from her adventures. Her skin was smooth and free from any markings, being completely pale and luscious. Her hair was long, reaching almost to her waist. She has done an impressive job at keeping it in the bun she always does. When she had her hair down, it always seemed to flow behind her, somewhat like a waterfall in the wind. It was like silk in his hands, assuming he touched it. It had this rich scarlet colour to it, something similar to the red you'd find on a noble's fancy gown. It was well taken cared of, being silky smooth and straight.

It didn't have any curls or anything. Just pristine, beautiful, scarlet hair. Her clothes honestly didn't do her any justice. She shouldn't be worried about something like adventuring and keeping the peace when she could be out there, being an ordinary girl with an ordinary man. But, she didn't choose this life, rather, she was destined for it. Simple as that.
Jesus
```The Next Morning```
Anne
Leon rises from slumber.

His eyes take a moment to adjust to the tent that surrounds him. That's the longest rest he's gotten in quite a while! Around 7 hours or less. He usually sleeps for 5 hours because it's simply more comfortable that way. Less likely to be attacked by a random stranger be it in his house or in these wild deserts. He's also used to waking up a few times during the night time. It's a mental clock that's set to alert him: "It's time to check on your friend and possessions." Leon rubs his eyes with a soft yawn. His hand slides to his hair as he looks around. He sees his redhead friend asleep peacefully and half naked. Pretty girl. He takes notice of her curvy body and long hair. But only for a moment. As said, it's creepy to watch someone sleep. As he continues to look around the room, his eyes fall upon his repaired items. He's somewhat perplexed as he sees no damaged parts on his quiver and his updated sword belt. He hasn't even gotten a chance to wear it! And his sword is sharpened, which is weird since the only fight he's been is was with her the night before. Surely the sword would be okay. He looks at her then back to the items. Strange...

He exits the beige tent, experiencing the rare morning breeze. It was probably one of the last breezes of the morning until night time falls again. He stands up tall and stretches his 7 hour-rested body. The village in the distance seem to be arising from slumber as well. The two should probably go over there today and buy some food before taking off again. After the man is done stretching, he sits down and ponders over some things privately. One thing is that he should probably visit his family. When he left them, he had around 1000 silver, promising to bring back riches and maybe even fame. He sighs and puts his hands to his face, knowing that they'd make many assumptions once they see Elowen with him. They're a loving family that truly cares for him, but the thing is, they have no limits when it comes to what questions they asks. No limits.
This makes him chuckle a little. The amount of embarrassment he'd face, even after hypothetically telling them from the very start that 'We're just friends', would be incredible. He thinks on how he should approach them. Maybe he'll wait another year to sell enchanted items and earn some serious cash. Then he could visit them quickly and privately... 'No, no. That'd be selfish.' He says to himself. Elowen has done too much for him for him to leave her for a mere moment. Even if she hasn't done what she did, he'd rather stay with her for as long as he could. She's the closest friend he's ever had. That's probably why he can make statements like "I'm glad it was with you." So easily and without reconsideration of his words. It's because he's truthful and naive. I mean, in all honesty, he'd rather spend that moment with her than his siblings or acquaintances.

But hold up. *Elowen has done too much for him for him to leave her for a mere moment.* That's true, isn't it? The redhead has gotten him figuratively locked in this box of compensation. At this point, is this really because of their friendship or because he let her into his home so easily? He turns around and looks back at the tent. To his polished items. Why would she take the time to repair something that honestly didn't need repairing. I mean, now that he knows that she can sow, he'd ask her to fix his quiver if he wanted to. But along with that, his sword has been sharpened, a skill that he actually has and could've utilized. Then his belt was resigned slightly. At this point, it's odd. It isn't friendship now but more so "Serving". He doesn't like that idea. The thought of her serving him every few moments. So he decides to confront her about it.

Whenever the girl arises from her slumber, he allows her to get dressed first as she stated the previous night. If she says something like "Good morning." His response isn't the most enthusiastic. He does however, dignify her with a simple "Morning, love." Once she's done, he walks in and waits for her to exit to get dressed. He changes his clothing and exits the tent after a little while. "Elowen." He calls for her. His voice isn't the optimistic, fun and calming voice he usually has. It's a lot more... Serious and dark. He steps in front of the girl and softy puts his hands on her shoulders "These past 3... We'll now 4 weeks have been awesome. I met a great person that became my best friend." He states with a light smile. "But lately, I feel like your actions towards me have been a bit... Extreme for lack of a better word. Now don't get me wrong. I truly appreciate everything you've done. Really, I do. But you know... Repairing my items... Buying me things all the time... Even sparring with me for hours last night. I didn't realize I was taking advantage of you. I shouldn't be selfish like that, I know. I won't be in the future. But..." He pauses for a moment. "Tell me why you're being so generous, so altruistic." He wanted to say 'If you want money or something, just ask.' But that'd sound like he's assuming. Which he is.
Mary
Elowen would take a while to awaken from her slumber. She practically slept like a child, straight through sunrise and almost to noon. This was probably one of the better and more pure rests she has experienced, having been awake for a while. She even had a dream. I know, that was something that we take for granted today as modern humans, but they lacked the time or even safety to sleep even for the hour and thirty to get yourself into REM sleep. Lucky Elowen, getting that kind of sleep with the ease she did. Her dream was a simple, yet difficult to reach concept. I won't spoil her dream, but it was massive. Like honestly massive. She might tell him, we don't know. But he was left to his devices for a while, Elowen just sleeping like a child as he sat in the wind, pondering his thoughts. She herself might even be thinking to herself, 'are we really friends?' All she has done to him was work in servitude... But isn't that how friends work? They work for each other sometimes? She doesn't even know how friends work, not having any in her life. Like I said before, she has been rather lonely as a child, ostracized in her community for being in a family with an ancestry of dark magics and dealings with the devil. She herself knew that there was no devil. She didn't believe in these Devils or God. They were just a cowardly creation of man to explain things that happen. But back to the topic, she felt that she hasn't been doing enough for her friend to work in comfort. It has only really been 3 weeks, but she felt that she herself was still not exactly worth it to keep around. She tried to make that something untrue by practically working for Leon, but she saw that as necessary when it came to keeping the friendship. She'd really need to be taught how to be a friend, not a servant. But, it stemmed from her insecurities as a person. She wasn't like a generic insecure person, dragging another person down to her level, or copying them.

She simply just didn't see herself as a worthy person for just about anything. 

She awoke from her slumber, sitting down on the floor, rubbing her temples. Her awakening was sudden and rather aggressive. It was as if she had just died in her dream as abruptly as she had woken up. She looked around, searching her friend, just seeing his shadow outside. She rubbed her face, specifically her forehead, which seemed to be the place she always rubs when she wakes up. Strange, but okay. She stood up, dressing herself up. This time, she didn't even try to put on her ascot, she just simply put on her baggy shirt and wool breeches. Of course, her boots come on last. Putting on breeches after you put your boots on is quite a difficult thing. Kinda like putting on jeans after you put your runners on. Something you tend to not do. She took the time to actually make sure all of her clothes were on properly. If he was actually interested in her, like she suspected in her sleep, he would really enjoy her wearing her clothes properly. She pulled her trousers up so it reaches her waist, comfortably sitting there, her shirt being tucked in and well... Let to hang as it was designed to. Her breeches were tied so they had that characteristic look. She looks a bit different with what she decided to do with her clothing, but she did look just that bit more formal, which honestly didn't matter. To her, it did matter. Practically everything about her person mattered to her. How she spoke, how she looked, how she even treated others. If she couldn't get others to accept her, how would she even get to accept herself. Ahh, the minds of the insecure are truly a strange thing. As she got herself into her clothes, which wouldn't take too long as she only had a few layers to put on, she thought in her head. Have I been a good enough friend? It's a thought that would stay with her for a bit as she did what she did every morning.

It would practically resonate in her head as she answered with almost a No every time. She didn't see herself as good enough yet. 

She didn't tie her hair today since she always ties her hair, leaving the tent with a wave and... Her generic morning greeting she always does. Always as cheerful as she always has been, which according to this text has always been a sort of mask to cover how gloomy her life has really been. She seemed decent at hiding that since Leon hasn't been poking and prodding at her strange actions until now. His greeting in the morning honestly scared her. His dark, cold reply stabbed her like a knife. What happened? Did he not like her work? Did she break something? Hundreds of thoughts would run through her mind, Leon approaching like that inexorable storm of truth. Her mind would go back to those 7 words. 'Have I been a good enough friend?' She would answer with no again. Her face was printed with confusion, Elowen pondering to herself about what she was thinking to herself about. Leon planted his hands on her shoulders, Elowen being abruptly pulled back into reality as she looked back up at him like the meek girl she truly was. He started to talk about... The things she was truly scared of. Their Friendship. He felt as if she had just been serving him because she had something she owed him or... Wanted. This was massively far from the truth. She never wanted anything and she didn't think she had anything she owed to Leon. She felt as if she had been pushing this 'be a good friend' too much and became someone that was more like a servant who had to serve rather than a friend who didn't even need to stay with the person. When he asked her why she acted like she did, she almost broke inside.

Her voice wasn't the clear, calm voice it used to be when she started, rather, it was weak, full of uncertainty, and of course.. That random hick that came up sometimes. 

"I'm sorry Leon. I-I just... I didn't know how to be a good enough friend. I never had friends"

She said, almost collapsing in tears. It would take a bit to calm her down innit? Her voice didn't make the situation better. He should be sure that she wasn't the strong person he probably thought she was, rather, she was someone who needed support mentally, but wasn't able to ask because of her inherent shyness from the topic.
Anne
Leon looks into the girl's pretty purple eyes with pity. At least it isn't as bad as he though. She simply wants to be a good friend to him. Is she as inexperienced in friendship as he is? That's pretty funny when you think about it. Fortunately, he can tell when someone is being extra kind and when they're not. The man has siblings that'd do that all the time when he was growing up at home. When they wanted something from him or when they were in a really good mood, they would do a random gratuitous act of kindness. Finishing his chores, helping him prepare supper for whenever it was his night to do so, assisting him with his various different lessons, etc. As Leon and Elowen's relationship grew this past month, he started to notice the small things she'd do for him grow into bigger things.

The young macen sees that she's emotional at this moment. Probably not the best morning for her. It seems that she's about to cry or she's ashamed. Either way, he quickly pulls her in for a hug. He pats her back and says "I understand. The only "Friends" I've had were my brother and sister." He embraces her, holding her tightly but not too tight. "You don't have to fix my things or even agree with everything I want just to be my friend. Just being yourself is perfect." He states. After an appropriate amount of time, he somewhat releases her and holds her by her arms, looking down at the girl. "Let's go get something to eat." He smiles and lets go of the girl and grabs his items from the tent. He takes the tent down whenever she grabs her things and wraps it up so he can hold it in one arm. His things go into his quiver and pockets and he starts walking to the village again. "I was thinking we could travel to Rakmurse then Okiangupi. Does that sound like something you'd like to do?"
Mary
She placed her head on his chest when he came in for the hug. She nodded to him when he said what he said. She'll try to do what she can to do what he asked. Though, she wasn't sure if she was able to do so. It was almost a heart warming sight. Leon was hugging Elowen, who had her face planted on his chest, the wind picking up and her silky smooth scarlet hair waved in the wind like the banner of an empire who won a war. A good sign. Elowen was growing as a better person with the help of Leon. He has really done a lot for her hasn't he? Helped her live, be comfortable... He even seemed to enjoy her company. It made her feel this wave of happiness and relief when he gave her the pat. It's like his hand just injected relief into her. Strange choice for words, but that's honestly how she felt. She could get used to this honestly, and it wouldn't even be that bad to get used to something like this. It was comfortable yes, but being friends, they are supposed to be able to comfort each other.. Right? 

She smiled at him, wiping her tears away. He held her hands/arms, Elowen helping him pull down the tent. Instead of just... Taking it from him. Don't get me wrong, she hesitated before she tried to help him. She wanted to do it herself. Pamper her friend if that's something you'd like to call it. She offered to carry the tent, but of course, he might have just rejected that offer. She checked her bag, making sure everything was in there. She decided that she might as well kit up for her travel. She put her tunic on, tightening the belt up to an appropriate amount to fit her sides, but still give her that comfort. She wasn't that big so it was quite easy to do so. She tucked up the belt underneath itself, sheathing her sword, grabbing her Halberd. Her smile seemed to glow much more radiant after the situation. Is it because she looked so sad before or was it because she changed? We can't know for certain.

"I'd love to do that. You know me. I'm an adventurer at heart" 


```4 Weeks Later. 700 Miles Travelled to Rakmurse```

It was almost noon, the two having travelled so far in so little time. The "Great City" As the     Dezebis call it. A great city built with thousands of years of hardship, the great walls stretching as far as the eyes can see. The city was sprawling with people, thousands even. She found herself entranced by the smells and the sights of the city. It was truly marvelous, of course, matching its name. There were stalls out, people selling their wares and merchandise. Even the occasional fire macen would find themselves here. Hundreds of people would find themselves on the streets, searching for the item they wanted for their collection, probably finding it in the lines of stores and stalls. You would barely believe it wasn't even a festival! Just a normal day in what most would call the most Lively City of them all. Elowen relied solely on pointing and hand gestures to communicate with people, not being as proficient as she wanted to talk to people. 4 weeks wasn't enough to have a full grasp on the language, but everyone was able to speak the universal language of pointing. 

"Ahhh the Great City. I've read so much about it"

She said, practically hopping around, turning to Leon again. She was much more lively and free than a few weeks ago, but it was obvious that she was still trying to change herself. She hasn't been serving him as much, but she still has done some things that she didn't need to. She sometimes sharpens his sword when she was unable to sleep, but that wasn't too bad. Now, she laughs with him like a friend instead of a servant. She has grown a lot. Now has Leon? During those 4 weeks, he should have grown just a bit? How would he have grown?