|
"I guess you're right..." Isokla acknowledged, taking in Ydalon's comment. "I just dislike my sandals breaking as they're wont to."
Following him, she nodded as he found his campsite. "If you wish, I will prepare a fire and food?" she arched an eyebrow, bending to pick up a fallen stick as she did so. "If you want to dig a fire pit, I'll collect the wood for it?" she offered. Despite having the mannerisms of a noble, it seemed that Isokla was not beyond offering to perform the most basic of chores. "That is, unless you've something against me joining you?" She asked lightly with a warm smile.
|