After his chat with Azriel, Lyonne found himself taking slow calculated steps towards Analice's tent. "Should I just head back?" His internal dialogue questioned whether or not he should retreat after pacing in front of her tent for several seconds.
"What are you doing here?" Analice fought back the laughter that threatened to escape her throat. She had been watching him the whole time and found it rather cute how he kept pacing anxiously.
Startled, Lyonne stepped back, placing his hands on his chest to steady his breathing. "Oh, I - uh," He bit his bottom lip, fidgeting with his hands like a child who had been caught stealing by his parents. "I was just checking the safety of your tent." He lied.
