She returned his soft kiss, both her hands resting on his chest. “We can shower after we explain everything. I wouldn’t mind one, not so sure about you.” She took his hand when he offered it, following him down into the unfamiliar room. She was happy he was confident that their relationship wouldn’t become an issue to the other Striders, she wanted them to like her after all. Malia hadn’t been in a relationship before, she’d like to see this one last without the interference of someone else.<br/><br/>The room which he brought her to had her looking around in awe. She had never seen a whiteboard before, there was no use for them in Little Lake. Little Lake wasn’t an advanced town, nor was it rich. It didn’t have chairs such as these, or Growlers or even a white board marker. They adapted to what they had, traded what they could.<br/><br/>She watched as he wrote out what they knew so far across the large board, tilting her head and sitting on top of the edge of the table. “I’d like to explain the Runners, I feel like it’s easier to be open minded by hearing it rather than having it written out.” She gently took the marker from him, walking up. She, again, wrote down Oliver’s name, drawing lines connecting it to two people. Gregor —she drew a skull next to him—, and the huntsmen, with a big question mark.<br/><br/>She stepped back once more, sighing heavily. “That’s everything that doesn’t involve the Runners.” Malia looked over to him befor staking his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Things are going to get pretty bad.” She carefully leaned against him as they both stared at the board. “Do they know to come in here? I’ll go ahead and explain who I am and the Runners first, just to get that out in the open. Can I expect more insults from Sunny?” She inquired her last statement with a smile, shaking her head and squeezing his hand.