Asra silently lets you drag him around the bustling market, his hand firmly in yours as you talk to the vendors and scan their wares.

You don’t take his silence to heart however; as each time you spare him a glance, you’re met with that usual content smile, the one with the warmth of a thousand suns.

He keeps close to you as you survey an arrange of jewellery, watching over your shoulder as his chin rests atop it. “I’ll buy you one you like.” He says, his free hand reaching for a dainty ring.