He hadn't met her eyes, but placed his finger on his lips, signalling her silence, on her nod he took out a long sword from his weapon belt, her instincts telling her to move closer toward him, and follow his gaze. Both of them startled by a squirrel running down the tree near them. In an attempt to break the embarrassing moment Clare mused, "WOW, imagine that."

"A creepy little creature," was Caidrians reply before they moved on, making higher ground, further up.

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