The awkward silence is filled by me clasping the buttons on the black jacket.
Once it is on and the boots secured, I sit down next to the bed where she is sitting, covered with her sheets.
We are in the same room as when I first got to this place.
Heela kicked me off the bed the moment my fingers found home.
Apparently this place belongs to Karn, and now I do too.
Avas gold orb sits atop the table across from the door, and I smile at her blatant mutiny.
If it wasn't for her, I would be dead.
Heela would have probably killed me at the hunter guild in Aug, when they first started talking.
I bet she wonders why I travel with something that is so judgmental.
Ava is judgmental because she has a standard for life, anything below that standard is not welcome around her.
Like any good woman.
My hand goes underneath the covers, and I smile at the irony of the situation.
"Can we hold hands"?
