He crouched down, inspecting the area of grass that had captured her attention. Grass was possibly being generous, he conceded, looking at the patch of mostly deadened weeds.
Grimacing at the mud now caked to the hem of his robes, he came to the sudden realisation that he would not be doing this for anyone else. That, somehow, she had become so important to him that he was willing to suspend his disbelief and go on these ridiculous excursions with her looking for Merlin knew what.
Oddly enough, that was completely okay with him. He honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
"What are we looking at?" he whispered, not wanting to speak too loudly for fear of scaring away whatever it was that she had found so interesting. She smiled brightly at him and, despite himself, he found he couldn't refrain from returning the gesture.
"Nothing." Her smile widened as she bounced to her feet, practically skipping along the path worn into the dirt. With a sigh, and no small amount of irritation, he followed her.
He always would.
