Arthur was out of camp for hours. No one knew where he was, Dutch wasnt worried about him being gone because sometimes he goes on long rides.

After another hour passed Arthur had finally gotten back to camp, He calmly hitched his horse and took something out of his saddlebag.

Then he snuck over to your tent. “Heyyy.. Im baaackk!~” Arthur hummed quietly, moving the flap of your tent and holding a beautiful handmade boquete of flowers.