morricakes:

Morrigan’s been sat alone for hours as she often
does when she’s been forced to spend the days’
light travelling with a group of people she barely
tolerates. But they know better than to disturb her
once camp’s been set up for the night. All but one
of them, anyway. That one, she doesn’t mind the
company of. Not at all, in fact. It’s a strange feeling.

She doesn’t move as she hears him approach,
nor does she turn to speak to him, her voice
instead carrying toward the lake she’s been
watching after he’s been stopped for a moment.

    “I have something for you.”

Her words catch him off-guard. All this time, he has
been the  one offering her  pretty baubles  that hold 
some amount of  meaning and slaying dragons all
because  she  asked  him  to. To  have  something 
offered in  return is  already an  odd feeling,  but he 
will not reject it.  

                                       Perhaps he will finally crack a
                                       long overdue smile,  however.

           "Is it bigger than a bread box?“