At first it had been a simple hunting trip, Pearson insisting the two of you ventured to find some more meat for dinner the rest of the week. But now the sun was setting, and the dead prey you'd caught sat tied to the hind of your horses, as the two of you trotted back to camp.

"Y'know, I've never been one to open up like this before," Arthur murmured, sending you a side-long glance.

As you rode, the two of you had began to talk, just open up. It was nice he felt like he could talk to you.