It's a wonderful predicament Allan has gotten himself into. He can't lie or fabricate a story like this anymore. Now, this is about personal feelings, about how he feels inside. And Allan has never been a fan of lying to himself. Especially when it concerns her.
It's only a simple glance in that direction and Allan sees it. He sees her watching the flames as they point towards the heavens. He sees the look of nostalgia as though she thinks of her faraway lands, absent of the various shades of green spreading across the land. He wonders if she ever wants to go back and leave the gang, leave all of this, leave him behind. He doesn't want to know what that would feel like - constant aching and longing for company he hasn't felt until he met her.
And Allan only has to look up to see him, leaning against a tree looking thoughtful as well. He knows the other is thinking of his own family that he could lose one day. Life as an outlaw has a price and each pays it a different way. For his friend, Allan knows that the price for him no longer includes being with his family. But he's in the same predicament as Allan is in with these feelings and he too suffers from the burden that they have brought on. The two are complete opposites as people but with feelings like these, there's a connection neither can deny.
The other raises his gaze to meet Allan's. It's only for a moment because neither have anything to say to each other right now. But it's an understanding, almost a truce between them as if to say, "I understand too." For now, Allan knows they both can take a bit of comfort in that.
His friend steps away from the tree and picks up his cloak, walking towards the campfire when she sits. He holds it out to her, concern reflected on his face that he doesn't even try to hide. She hates to be looked out for like this, especially when she can take care of herself but clouds are rolling in tonight, he says, better to keep warm in case the rain falls.
She pauses, suspicious of he is telling her (he knows she'd rather look after herself) but she finally accepts it, murmuring a thanks. He smiles and simply shrugs it off, touching her shoulder briefly before going back to the tree. He keeps his gaze down, not looking back at Allan. Allan understands why - sometimes, the two of them need their moments. A kind gesture or something to soothe the ache they share. Allan looks away as Much comes back with more firewood.
But sometimes, it's just best to keep everything inside.