alone, together

“Linhardt,” she called. “Would you...still like to come with me? I’m about to go paint.” They had tentatively planned to spend the day together if the day was a fair one. “What?” he said, distracted by a fly buzzing about his head. The weather was quickly turning warm now that Garland Moon was upon them.“Are you r-ready to go? If you want to go,” Bernadetta repeated herself. “Don’t worry! It’s ok if you don't want to.”“Ah, yes,” Linhart said in his typical distracted way, nodding. He carried a small pack in addition to his usual tome in its straps. “Al-alright then, let’s be on our way,” she told him.