Lana stuck to his side like glue. Every so often she'd speak with him. "I'd like to request… that we stop so I may rest."
I'd like to request…
She had been making fun of him the passed couple of days. She had said it every so often, usually for the same few things like asking to rest, or for him to pass something whilst he ate. Very few people understood why Ares winced and cringed, turning tomato red whenever she would say it.
She was also so close to him, often somehow managing to press some part of her body against him. Often she'd hold onto his arm and then rest her head against his shoulder.
