As the sun luminated the cobble paths, a raven crest carriage rushed through the city. To the blacksmith it was headed with two lovers nestled inside–their hands locked with each other. Raven had already questioned the elf's choice, but as he decided to ask once again, Aria's response remained unchanging.
"It's okay, I had to go there to pick up my gloves anyways," hiding her anxiety about going to meet both Reina and her salamander Sally behind a smile, Aria hugged Raven's arm even tighter.
His eyebrows raised in suspicion, the mage wondered if it was she was still worried about that lizard latching onto her again, but since she didn't seem like she wanted to talk about it, he let the matter go and instead tangled his fingers with hers.
"If you say so, but let's go to some other shops later too, alright?" He suggested, looking at her with a smile.
