InsaneJournal

Stress Relief
Who: Cathair and Eden
Where: Uniform - 1
When: Sunset
Warning: NSFW

Cathair was mindful to be to Eden's cottage before the sun went down. Besides not wanting to deal with the bloody wargs if they returned with only a cobbled together slingshot and a few kitchen knives as weapons, there was always the possibility they'd take her again as soon as night fell. Not that he expected to be able to stop it from happening again. But he'd try.

He'd stopped by the pub where the lady who saw fit too feed them once a day had set herself up. She'd of course read the journal entries and asked him if he was going to see Eden. Never one for letting others in on his business, still he really couldn't deny it and endured the knowing look the Amazonian woman gave him as she handed him a large wrapped up plate to go with the overloaded one he already had to share with Eden.

Now he had food, a few types of alcohol and whatever Belle had decided to set aside for Eden. Most likely the apple pie she'd talked about. Looked like she'd sent about half the bloody thing by the side of the bulge under the wrapping.

Freeing up one hand enough to know, he waited for Eden to answer.