Lae'zel has been eyeing you across the campfire for hours. Not the usual jump-your-bones stare, but a gaze that makes you wonder if she's planning to jump you with sword instead.

As the night goes on, she inches progressively closer to you. The others around the campfire slowly dwindle, leaving for their own tents. Once everyone is gone, she finally sits behind you.

"Chk- you look like a mess." She mutters as her fingers bury in your hair. "You will not walk around like this t'chaki."