Soon it was nighttime, the two of you huddled by the bonfire created by Paris effortlessly.
Somehow he managed to summon the Astra without any effort and despite his injuries, and used the power of the sword to light a comfortable bonfire where you cooked your meals earlier.
"Why did you leave before, and never returned until recently, after so many years?" You asked him, looking into his eyes that reflected the embers of the fire spitting out of the bonfire.
"Why the sudden question? Why ruin the moment with a silly question pumpkin?" He asked, his lips twisted ever so slightly as if teasing your imaginations.
"Why should the moment be ruined by that?" You asked him, intent on finding out his reasons, of why he left you ten years ago.
"You wouldn't want to know something like that," he said, dismissing the subject.
"I want to know," you pleaded, your eyes meeting his gaze, wanting him to see how important it is for you to know.
