"Your fiancee is back," Red told Syryn. "Go on, I'll finish up here."
"No," Syryn replied. "I don't want to leave you alone in the forest with a corpse. I know you don't care but I do."
"But-" Red wanted to remind Syryn that he had been alone when he was burying the corpse and that it was fine.
"Just let me have this, Lucien."
Syryn began shovelling like he had a grudge against the corpse.
"Don't fight with Rowan," Red replied as he began to match Syryn's pace.
"What makes you think I'm going to pick a fight with him?"
"Calm down, Syryn."
"No!" The mage forcefully said as he huffed out a puff of breath. "Don't ask me to calm down. It makes me angrier."
"Fine. Why are you mad at Rowan?"
"He took off our ring before leaving to meet the king or whoever."
"I'm sure he had a good reason for it," Red replied calmly. The shallow grave was now nearly filled.
