Scarlet rubbed her eyes as she leaned back against the wooden chair. Hunter had set a up of hot bitter tea beside her. Why did he always know what she wanted, and when? As if things weren’t confusing enough. For her.

The afternoon sun hit her back, a rarity in Salvar which was seemingly forever entrenched in a cold and bitter winter. Even as the sun poked through the dreary clouds, attempting to bring warmth back to the barren lands it was not enough to bring any semblance of warmth. Not enough to melt the snow.

In front of her there was...piles of paperwork. She had promised to organise Hunter a home, and had managed to …’procure’ the title to the plot of land, and the dilapidated house that sat on it. Getting the deed was the easy part, that involved a quick break and enter, and some forgery.

It was fixing up the place, and trying to keep Hunter away from it as work was done. She wanted it to be a surprise for him. A fine ‘well howdy do’. Perhaps she was putting too much into this project. She knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it from Advencia.

Scarlet tapped the papers absently with a black pen. Reading and writing gave her such headaches, it took her far longer than she cared to admit to perform those tasks. Having never being taught to properly read or write.

“God fuckin’ Damn it…” Scarlet muttered. “Where the fuck is he?” She lifted her blackened eyes from the paper and glanced around. She was seated outside a restaurant. Most had avoided her, for obvious reasons. A visibly pregnant woman who resembled a demon or monster more than she did a human? Yeh, avoid.

“Behind you, Dawn girl.” His voice was - amused. A coat clad arm extended past her face and set a platter down with steaming meat pies, oddly enough they were covered in a thick layer of orange slices. “Sorry it took me so long. Surprisingly difficult to find some of this in this town. At least like this.” He stepped around her and sat down, revealing that he had a platter of his own - with one meat pie with orange slices set a bit away from the rest.

Scarlet picked one up and bit straight into it. Enjoying the heat of the meat and gravy in her mouth, and the tang f the orange juice. “Mmhmmm…” He was catering to her odd cravings which had kicked in. A part of her felt she should be thankful, another part of her wanted to tell him to rightly piss off and that it wasn’t a good idea to be playing such dangerous games with her.

Scarlets eyes shifted to his plate, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Why you eatin that too? I can’t imagine it’d be a common taste. Fuck I’d never normally throw orange fuckin’ slices onto a pie. Least not a meat one. What is this anyway…” She pulled the pastry top off a pie and peered inside. “Goat? Bird? Offal?”

“... This one is apparently corvid meat. I wouldn't try to make you eat offal. That's disgusting and I don't want you sick.” He tilted his head to the side. “And this is an extra in case you're still hungry when you finish yours.”

“Well...whatever it is, the orange makes it taste better. I guess.” Scarlet quickly shuffled up the paperwork and with one hand neatly stacked them into a pile before folding them in half and shoving them unceremoniously into her jacket. The other hand was still shoving meat pie into her face.

Stupid considerate fuck She thought to herself. He wasn’t making this easy. She had to push him away. Him and his bastard silver eyes. Tall fucking physique no. Fuck him and his chiseled jaw.