The night was quiet. The air, cold. The kind of cold that should've cleared his thoughts.
But Aramith couldn't breathe.
Not with her scent still clinging to him. Not with the memory of Kesha sniffing him three times in her sleep burned into his mind like some cursed brand.
So he left.
He wasn't running away. He just… needed air.
And apparently, so did someone else.
Henndar found Aramith sitting alone, leaning back against the cold stone wall, staring up at the sky like it held answers. He didn't say anything at first, just walked over and sat beside him. The silence stretched, comfortable in its own way, before Henndar finally broke it with a casual,
"Perfect night for a chat, don't you think?"
Aramith exhaled. "Did you follow me?"
"Follow? No, no. I simply knew."
"…Knew what?"
Henndar turned to him slowly, eyes gleaming. "That you would try to escape."
Aramith stiffened. "I wasn't escaping anything."
Henndar smirked. "Oh? So you enjoyed getting sniffed?"
Silence.
