sacrificce·:
a breath of relief escapes him when the guide begrudgingly agrees, sends a wave of relaxation down his spine as his guise of being a warrior falls to reveal a more casual, more familiar interior. he smiles at her approach, hands folding behind his back as he meets her curious expression with his own. “the marketplace is pretty close by—we might be able to snag some souvenirs for the tribe back home, y’know, hand-picked and all. what’dya say ??” he lightly suggests, corners of lips upturning slightly ( and subconsciously ) at the thought of spending alone time with his childhood friend—right. “unless there’s somewhere else you’d like to go, princess—” he catches himself, takes a nanosecond to scan the surroundings to check that not another noble’s in sight before he corrects himself. “i mean, ursa.”
   the minuscule changes, shifts in demeanor and posture, are perhaps her favorite. perhaps ursa is just pleased with the man willing to shed his armor for preferences. that is, to spend time not with a guard—but her friend. nevertheless, the smile that reflects his is far wider, growing even further (almost obnoxiously) with the correction of her name. “i think the marketplace is perfect. i have a list of a couple things i could buy for the girls at the academy.” the waterbender braves a step closer, linking their arms together; a touch too brazen given the new land and lack thereof authority breathing down her neck. but ursa couldn’t be too bothered. “let’s go then.” she tugs him forward, glancing back to flash him a knowing grin, bordering teasing. “nice save, by the way.”
