The vendors cheerfully greet Sethos and Wanderer as they enter the bazaar, meeting them with a surprised smile at the sight of the couple holding hands. The light of the facility is warm and dim, rooted from the candelights propped on the walls. A romantic music fills the room, settling a calm feeling thorought the visitors.

It's perfect. Until Sethos feels Wanderer's grasp tightening around his hand, a subtle warning, and he is completely unaware of what to do. Ask him? There is the chance it's not even intentional! Ignore it? What if it is intentional and he is actually overwhelmed? The Bazaar is loud, it's reasonable, and Wanderer doesn't come off as an individual who enjoys such environments. Perhaps, he is hinting at his discomfort.

So he stares at him, emerald eyes wide and round as he attempts to figure out what to do.