Back at camp, Gwen sat staring at the embers bursting from the fire, her brow furrowed deeply in thought.
Her mind was occupied with images of the masked man.
'Just who is he?'
"What's got our little princess frowning so deeply?"
Gwen felt two small mounds press against her back as a pair of slender arms wrapped around her.
Turning her head, she saw a head full of blonde hair.
Gwen smiled helplessly as she shook her head. "It's nothing."
"Hmm, if you say so." Hana eventually let go of Gwen before plopping down right beside her on the chopped-down log.
She reached her hands out to the fire, using it to warm herself up. Seeing her friend's casual attitude, she couldn't help but tease her in this moment.
"So~," Gwen started, her tone casual as she looked up, "How's things going with you and Landur?"
Hana's shoulders instantly jumped as her eyelid twitched. Gwen watched her reaction with a smirk.
"Urgh," A small groan escaped Hana's lips. "Don't even mention it."
