Molly C & Briar
The second he realized where they were standing, Briar patted his pocket, a subtle gesture, just to make sure he had something in there. He wasn't the type to accept any charity.
"Sometimes. The girls and Rosethorn mostly." Places and things, not as much. He'd never really gotten attached to things, hadn't been able to for most of his life. It was only the last few years when he'd had anything to miss in the first place.