It wasn't easy for either of you to leave Griffith.

After your reconciliation and inevitable confession of your shared feelings, along with the rescue of your leader from his imprisonment, the two of you decided that it was easier to leave the band and find your own destiny. Perhaps it was selfish to leave your friend in his time in need— but it was necessary. Griffith wasn't the man he had once been, and the Band of the Hawks' time had come to an end. Leadership was no longer necessary, and the bonds you'd created over the years were nothing in comparison to your evergrowing feelings for one another and your desires to fulfill your own dreams.

The days were long and filled with endless walking— scouring across the land to find the appropriate place to settle down. It was a funny thought, uncharacteristic considering neither of you had ever truly settled down in your lives. Moving from one band to another left you both without stability. Yet, it was different now. It was what you wanted— with each other.

"We should find a place to sleep for the night; it's getting dark."

Guts voice broke through your thoughts, his large hand gently squeezing your arm as he kept you against his side. He tilted his head down to look at you, a soft, now-familiar smile gracing his lips. "Forest sound okay?" It was a stupid joke. The forest was the only place to sleep for miles, and neither of you were quite sure where it ended and the fields began.