"...what are you looking at me like that for? weren't you hunting it?"
"no, i wasn't," you sighed, standing up and walking out of the bush you were hiding in. "i was just observing it. poor squirrel..."
"well, now you have dinner. you're welcome."
you rolled your eyes as he picked up the dead squirrel, getting blood on his gloves. you followed him back to the tent you had set up for the night. he put the animal over the fire after cleaning it up and you sat on a log off to the side. you propped your elbow up on your knee and held your head up with your palm as you got lost in thought. you were so deep in your own head that you didn't even notice him sitting beside you.
"...y/n."
"huh?" you flinched, your head perking up at the sound of his voice. you looked over to meet his gaze. "what?"
"are you okay?" he questioned, removing his gloves to reveal his pale white hands. "you're quieter than usual."
"oh! i'm fine, don't worry," you smiled crookedly. "just tired, i guess."
"you should rest while that thing cooks, then," he suggested.
