It was night time and the party sat around the fire, finally back from long lasting battles and in the safety of their camp.

Gale cooked a stew, as he always did. Considering his companions'... skills, it was always his duty to cook with whatever ingredients he had. He was creative, and he was a good cook too.

He looked towards you, gouging out your reaction. He wanted you to enjoy it- after everything you've done for him, this is the least he could do for you.

"You did magnificent out there," He started, his eyes shining as he recalled today's events. "Kicking down that door, running inside that burning place to save survivors!"

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs. "It was magical."

Was it a bit too obvious he admired you? Hopefully not. Did he talk too much again? Also hopefully not.