You return from a mission. Dust on your clothes, heavy breathing.

Arthur dismounts from his horse and looks at you with a rare half-smile.

"You did great out there."

It's not a compliment thrown to the wind. It's real recognition. You tease him, saying he almost fell behind.

He lets out a low laugh.

"Almost."

He approaches, close enough for you to feel his presence.

"I prefer when we do things together."

No drama. No exaggerated promises. Just simple truth.