Calder couldn't help but hum to himself as he got dressed. Syria was taking a while in the bathroom but he didn't worry. The sun was shinning, birds were singing, the air smelled sweet, it was a beautiful day and nothing was going to dampen his mood.
Calder heard the door open and he turned to catch a glimpse of Syria. "You ready to eat?" He asked in a sweet and happy voice. Syria's gaze was glued to her hand, she seemed mesmerized as she curled and uncurled her fingers. "You okay?" Calder asked as he approached her.
"Mmh." She replied and then rubbed her hand against her robe. "It feels dry even though I washed it a bunch of times." She continued. Calder flinched. He quickly averted his gaze and scratched his cheek with his index finger. "... You don't say, weird." Syria glared.
