[littl3chocobo]

he said nothing. there was no hidden barb in that comment, though he could not help but feel the sting of it anyway. he tossed the bundled wood where the fire-pit needed to be dug. he personally did not feel like doing it and he knew the other would prolly do it just for the convenience of the fire. he went over to the other and leaned against him, the natural habit of it was marred by his having to use the wrong arm to rest with. it was still a comfort though as it always was. he breathed in the soothing smell of earth and iron and the unique spice of the other though it too was marred, by horses though, not by any damage.