Clement unhooked his water canteen from the saddlebag and took a drink before passing it to Claudette.
She stared at him strangely for a beat before finally accepting the proffered flask. Averting her gaze, she then said, "Thanks."
He wasn't sure why he'd given her the water. She probably had her own in her pack, but he felt the gesture was somehow necessary. If they were going to be working together for the next foreseeable while, titles and positions needed to be left at the door.
Easier said than done, though, and a water canteen wasn't exactly the best of olive branches. Before he could dwell further on it, a resonant voice began speaking from behind them.
"Lovely night for a light show, eh?"
Clement shot out his hand to still Claudette before she could grab her sword.
