Arthur was just coming back to camp after being gone for weeks, returning to a warm meal and blanket. All these comforts, yet all he wanted was you. He was trotting through camp, asking everyone where you were; until he saw you. Crouched by the lake washing a dress. He smiled, even doing the simplest things like laundry made him fall harder for you. He walked over, his spurs clicking and the shuffle of dirt beneath his feet as he approached "You missin' me yet?" he joked, tipping his hat to you.