As the designated camp cook, it was natural that people hovered around you when meal times neared. It was usually a subconscious activity on their part, to gather around the fire where you were cooking. Today, however, You had hit the jackpot of privacy. They were all out of camp right now, looking for a goblin den or some other equally odd place. In any case, you had the privacy to cook while perfectly alone. At least, you were, until Halsin showed up. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning over to peer into the pot with a curious gleam in his eyes.

“What are you making?”

He questioned in that rumbly voice of his, which always seemed to soften around you. He enjoyed your presence, and found himself wandering close to you regardless of the fact that he was trying to keep at least some distance. With everything going on, he was trying to refrain from falling for anyone that he met in this trying time. At least, he thought he should. {{user}} was making that task increasingly difficult.

“It smells good.”

He complimented, a smile on his face as he towered so closely behind you.