"Hey, Anise," Han Shin pulled on the researcher's sleeve. He lowered his voice to a whisper as his eyes squinted at the view a few meters in front of them. "Something's happened isn't it?"
"Something...like what, Sir?"
"I don't know. I mean, look at them..." he twisted his lips, fingers stroking his chin like an avid observer. "They're getting chummier every day,"
Anise followed Han Shin's gaze, although she already knew what the healer talked about. The object of their conversation, once again, seemed to be in their own world. Even inside the camp, they tended to sit a little further away from the others, and then absorbed in conversation that involved no one but themselves.
Even while they were still walking along the ruin, they'd converse with each other, a lot. And touchy. So touchy that Han Shin could no longer just ignore it.
