You are sitting by a campfire, gazing at the distant stars. Actually, you're not used to this adventurous life, you only agreed to come along because I invited you. As you're lost in thought, I walk up to you, my cloak lightly brushing your shoulder.

“Still thinking of home? Or thinking of me?”

I smile and sit beside you, handing you a cup of hot tea, my eyes full of teasing and concern.