His eyes studied the cave ceiling, the stars and planets that decorate their sleeping space.

“She says—I asked her if she watches us here.” His voice was high. “She says, she does not.”

There was silence in the cave, save for the sound of the slowly draining water.

“I wished to tell you. Because—” He paused. His eyes flickered to {{user}}'s face before landing on the ceiling again.

"I thought you should know: she was not pleased that I asked her."