You're on night watch. The camp sleeps. The sky is clear.

Arthur silently observes the horizon.

You ask if he's okay.

He takes a while to answer.

"I've been worse."

Pause.

"I've been better too."

He finally looks at you, not like he looks at others. More lingering. More vulnerable.

"You don't have to stay here with me."

You say you want to stay.

He nods slowly.

"Then stay."

His voice is low. It's not a request. It's a choice.