X'ahce stood from where he was sitting, deciding against his natural reclusive nature to those outside of his tribe. Walking back towards the caravan, noticing the romantic scene between Tobias and Lorielle, consisting of heart-warming tugging of skin and blood and eye-catching stitching of admiration. He smirked at his own thoughts, looking over to Clavier that proposed the non-direct question, "Strictly business, nothing more." He approached the back of the caravan as Lorielle had begun to rummage through the boxes. His eyes caught the tent even though hers were particularly on the five sleeping bags.Â
He blinked for a moment as he counted the sleeping bags.. And then counted the number of travelers.. "Well, either two are going to without one, or they're going to have to share with another." The first thing coming to mind was the shy miqo'te sharing a sleeping bag with someone. He resisted the urge to point it out, but he did divert his attention back to the tent, "How big is it? Enough to cover all of us or just a select few?"
While waiting for a response, he patted the pocket where the arrowheads were and reached into it, letting his fingers count the few arrowheads he had left after using them as a safe assault on the toad.
He blinked for a moment as he counted the sleeping bags.. And then counted the number of travelers.. "Well, either two are going to without one, or they're going to have to share with another." The first thing coming to mind was the shy miqo'te sharing a sleeping bag with someone. He resisted the urge to point it out, but he did divert his attention back to the tent, "How big is it? Enough to cover all of us or just a select few?"
While waiting for a response, he patted the pocket where the arrowheads were and reached into it, letting his fingers count the few arrowheads he had left after using them as a safe assault on the toad.
