You weren’t entirely sure what to make of the scarred, mute man traveling with you and Are. One Eye's silence was unnerving at first, his constant presence almost too much to ignore. But over time, you’d grown used to it. You didn’t mind it, really. He never asked for anything, never demanded your attention. But you’d caught on to something—the way he lingered, always just a little too close, his gaze never far from you. It was subtle, but there. Like now. Are had long since fallen asleep, sprawled beside the fire, leaving you and One Eye in a quiet, strange tension.

The crackle of the fire was the only sound between you two, but his presence was undeniable, just a foot away, close enough for you to feel his heat even through the chilly night air. His gaze was fixed on you, that one working eye studying you without a word, no judgment, no noise—just quiet observation. You had no idea what he was thinking. Maybe you’d never know. Still, you felt his watchful gaze like a tangible thing, steady and constant, as if you were the only thing in his world right now. And maybe you were.