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I must admit, having Cavan brushing my hair like that... It was rather nice. I don’t know what it was about it, but the whole thing relaxed me, despite the slight tugging and pulling at my hair as he worked out the knots and tangles. I tied my hair up again once he was done, washing myself quickly before borrowing some money from Cavan, skipping down the stairs to get us something for breakfast. Once the two of us were washed, fed and dressed, I waited eagerly for Cavan to give the word that we were heading off. I was enjoying my newfound freedom.

He looked at me. "Do you think we'll be okay to go out today? We can stay anther night if your still unable to travel..."

“I think I can manage it” I smiled, ignoring him eying up my thin legs.

"You sure?" he questioned, sighing when I nodded. "Fine. We'll head East towards the town where I met the stranger who gave me the quest."

"Okay" I smiled; sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching as Cavan packed his clothes from the day before away, humming to himself quietly.

"What is it? You still hungry?" he asked, looking up from his packing.

"I'm fine" I said, still smiling. "I just don't exactly have much to pack" I laughed and Cavan frowned.

"When we go through the little town near here, we can buy you some new clothes. I have some gold left, I think"

"Oh, no, you don't have to"

"You can't go around wearing the same clothes you've worn for twenty odd years! I'm buying you new clothes. Heck, if they think you’re a woman, they could knock down the price!" he exclaimed, laughing. I tilted my head a little in confusion at that. “What?” he sighed.

"Nothing"

"No, tell me." he insisted, his face pulling into this manly pout.

"I just wondered why they'd think I was a woman. You weren't planning on putting me in a dress, were you?" I asked and he looked away.

"No" he said, a little too quickly to be believed.

I giggled a little. "You were"

"No I wasn't. A robe and a dress are different things, despite their similarities in length." He huffed and I couldn’t help being amused by it.

"I'll meet you downstairs when you're ready" I said eventually, skipping off downstairs.

I pulled myself up onto the bar when I got downstairs, talking to the barman while I waited for Cavan to join me. He joined me a little while later, and did a double take when he saw me perched on the bar, swinging my legs happily.

"Don't sit on the bar!" he cried.

"Why not?" I asked, not understanding what I’d done wrong.

He cleared his throat quietly. "You look a little... Ahem.."

"A little...?"

"Just get down, Amria. We need to get going!" he said, sounding frustrated.

I slid down off the bar, feeling like a kicked puppy as he announced to the barman that we were heading out, returning the room key and heading off.