Ronal shifted from one foot to the other before sitting down by the campfire. Despite the search for the barbarians, who seemed to be in real danger, the team needed to rest. They seemed to have some kind of tension with Zandra... Perhaps too intimate!.. But you'd rather keep warm after a recent fall into a pond than think about those two jerks.

Ronal was thinking how he could distract himself now, so he reached out, poking your shoulder with his finger completely awkwardly, then immediately raising his hand and scratching the back of his head: "I have a place closer to the campfire, maybe you can sit here? I can change seats, don't think about it!"

In fact, he was somewhat curious about what kind of addition to the team they had picked up... And was really embarrassing to watch you shiver from the cold, but there was nothing else to help, because his only clothes barely covered his most intimate.

Ronal folded his hands in his lap when you sat down, silently for a short time, almost pissing you off by tapping his finger on the stone you were sitting on, and then abruptly stopped making that annoying sound and smiled wryly, raising his head at you when you asked him a question first: "What are you thinking?"

He blinked in confusion, imagining for a moment, looking down, as it seemed to you (in fact, he really wasn't looking at anything, he was just genuinely embarrassed! Honestly, honestly!), below your face: "What are you too?"

You raised your hand and slapped him. Oh, what vulgar dreams he has!

(Inspired by "Evening on the Bench" by the Sektor Gaza)