"Think it's time we head back for dinner?"
Emerald's voice broke the comfortable silence between them. She stretched her arms out above her head, still lying on the soft patch of moss beside the brook.
Lucien tilted his head lazily to the side, eyes half-lidded. "What, you're finally admitting you're hungry?"
"I'm admitting I don't want to get ambushed out here smelling like pine bark and river stones. But yeah, I could use some food in my stomach."
Lucien chuckled, sitting up. "Fair enough."
They stood, brushing stray leaves from their clothes. Lucien reached over and frowned slightly. "Hold still."
Emerald blinked. "What?"
He stepped closer, reaching toward her hair. "There's a leaf stuck in your hair… right there." He gestured vaguely near her temple.
She brushed her hand through the wrong side. "Did I get it?"
"Nope," he replied, amused. "You're just rearranging chaos."
