Aedric cleared his throat, looking somewhere decidedly not at her. "So... that happened."
Rell sat up, snatching the flask again. "Yup."
He finally looked at her, a faint smirk breaking through. "Careful. That felt a lot like you like me. Or was that just the contraband liquor?"
"You'll never know, princeling."
They sat in silence again, this time warmer. Softer. Like the air had shifted just slightly.
Aedric tilted his head back toward the sky. "Still not telling you what I was thinking about."
Rell grinned into her flask. "Didn't ask, princeling."
But he saw how she sat a little closer to him now. The night air was cool, carrying the scent of grass and moonlight. Rell leaned back on her hands once more, looking up at the stars.
"Don't start thinking too much," she said softly. "You'll ruin it."
Aedric let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh then lay down beside her. "I'll try. But I will miss you."
"Ah, I still have tonight to make you miserable."
