Perched atop two small stones, Ellen and Milo sat opposite one another, a small campfire burning between them. Ellen tossed a small piece of firewood, causing the flame to flare slightly before settling back down. Her eyes drifted from the campfire towards Milo, who sported an unusually grim expression.
Both of his eyes were hollow, as if they had lost their vigour, his mouth had been shaped in a permanent frown since they left the ring and his arms that usually remained crossed with an attitude sagged by his side.
Ellen let out a sharp grunt, "What the hell is going on with you?".
Milo snapped his head up, his nose scrunching in anger, "What the fucking hell do you know! You have no idea the mess that we are in!".
Despite his sharp tone and anger, Ellen smiled as she heard those words, "That's more like it. You weren't acting like Azure at all, you've become softer, haven't you".
