He had some liquid courage in him. And mostly wanted someone to listen while he went on about how terrible this town is, I think. Still... I am grateful.
[She tugs at the collar of her turtleneck. Her face isn't red because it can't be, so the gesture doesn't relieve pressure and let the air cool her down more easily or anything, but old habits and all that.
Castille looks at the promise of safety and liveliness behind them and the cold, dark night ahead of them. Or maybe it's not so cold? She can't tell. The options are weighed, and a conclusion is quickly reached, one she hopes her new friend won't make her immediately regret.]
Camping sounds wonderful. You help me, I help you, everybody wins. I don't need to sleep, strictly speaking, so I hear that makes me great at keeping watch.
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[She tugs at the collar of her turtleneck. Her face isn't red because it can't be, so the gesture doesn't relieve pressure and let the air cool her down more easily or anything, but old habits and all that.
Castille looks at the promise of safety and liveliness behind them and the cold, dark night ahead of them. Or maybe it's not so cold? She can't tell. The options are weighed, and a conclusion is quickly reached, one she hopes her new friend won't make her immediately regret.]
Camping sounds wonderful. You help me, I help you, everybody wins. I don't need to sleep, strictly speaking, so I hear that makes me great at keeping watch.