Now that I've confirmed the situation within the kiln, there was no further need for us to stand guard over it.
Which is why, rather than standing over it and enduring the awkwardness of having Selia glued to me like that, I've distanced myself from her a bit before moving over to where we did all the lap-giving and fate-changing before.
Even though no one said a word about it, that seemingly random place has become an unspoken center of our camp. And now, with several topics hanging in the air for me to pick them up later, when we moved to make camp, neither of us said a word.
Noting the late hour of the day, I've quickly gathered up some of the leftover wood and wooden scraps before tossing them into a pile. Still without a word, Saintess ignited the pile with a spell before I used my new ability to raise the flames higher for a while, only letting them run their natural course once the bigger chunks of wood started to properly burn.
