"Haah…"
Moulin returned to the shelter, rubbing his arms from the chilly breeze. Normally, he didn't hate it, but this time, it felt as though insects were crawling up his body, making him shiver in disgust rather than from the cold. Maybe he was thinking too much.
His eyes grew somber, wondering if anything he had done had cost him and Hadrian their location. He had a feeling Alsander wouldn't take action yet. He hoped, but he couldn't be at ease. A gut feeling, to be precise. With a sigh, he heads towards the rocky shelter, lost in his thoughts.
"You're back?"
Surprised, Moulin found Hadrian resting against the rocky wall, working on something. He returned sooner than Moulin thought. Moulin was relieved.
"I returned for the flint. You came back earlier than expected." Hadrian paused, mirroring Moulin's thoughts and gazing at him thoughtfully. He felt something amiss in the young man's expression, immediately worrying him. He briefly paused and approached Moulin.
