Arlya moved closer to Phield, startling him. After knowing her for so many days, this was the first time she had ever approached him on her own initiative— and she had come this close.
Phield leaned back slightly, eyes wide in disbelief. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're trying to strangle me. That's illegal, you know."
"Pfft~ I'm not that bad. Move aside, I need the dragon's nest."
"…The dragon's nest? You mean this log?"
Her inexplicable bout of "chuunibyou" left Phield completely baffled. He immediately shifted half a seat away. Arlya promptly sat down, staring blankly into the campfire while occasionally licking a spoonful of wheat porridge.
The warmth of her waist made Phield feel as if a soft, high-quality cushion was pressed beside him.
Letting his thoughts wander, Phield filled himself another bowl of porridge, gently blowing on it, waiting for it to cool before eating.
