Charles lingered beside his horse, gazing into camp at your tent. He glanced down at the wildflowers in his hand. Was it going to be enough?

He'd spent longer away from you than either of you had expected, and currently wasn't in a position to treat you to anything more expensive.

Quietly he approached. Your back was turned to him, polishing your gun, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"For you," Charles spoke, holding out the makeshift bouquet. "I'm sorry I was gone so long."