I know there did not much happen the last chapter( this as well-sorry about that). But this story develops as I write. So, if you have any ideas what you want to read, just let me know :)

Milli´s P.O.V

Milli didn´t know how long she slept, but she woke up from her little nap.

One of the first things she noticed were her dry eyes from crying earlier.

I hate that feeling.

The sun had begun to set, and the young woman decided to start packing her bags, so she would be able to depart early the next morning.

She was seeing through her clothes, to be able to wash one or two things if necessary, so they would be dry in the morning.

To her luck, most things were still unused and only her underwear was in need of a cleaning.

While the fire (she started) grew, the young woman pumped water into the cattle to heat it.

Returning to the main room, she gathered her laundry.

Should I clean his as well?

Milli contemplated for second, but decided against it. First: She would have to go through his things and that was a no go for her (as long as him not being there or having his approval). And second, she was still a bit pissed about his behaviour earlier.

I can leave some clean water over the fire for him, so he can wash by himself should the need arise.

The water was steaming indicating it was warm enough for her to pour it into the little washbasin.

After a wash (she used one of the soaps that were laid out for them) Milli placed her now clean underwear next to the fire to dry, but planned to remove them the second her companion would enter the room.

Not going to embarrass myself again like the first evening.

Nearly an hour had passed, and the fire did his job, when Milli was finally able to finish packing.

She had her back turned towards the door, when she heard it open- but no one seemed to step inside.

Weird.

Looking over her shoulder, she could see the Witcher´s figure in the doorway, almost like he was waiting for her approval to step inside.

"Lambert." She greeted, without much emotion. On hearing her call, he stepped inside and threw something on the bed, right next to her hand.
With a confused look on her face, Milli grabbed whatever laid there covered in a piece of cloth. It was of a decent weight and it felt like a karambit knife (she only knew what that is, from her gaming experiences), but it was too thick in diameter.

Carefully, not wanting to accidentally break it (whatever it was), Milli removed the cloth and stared at what she found.

In her left palm was a big black claw. Almost bigger than her hand.

Wha- is that the griffon-talon I asked him to save me?

"It´s the talon you asked me for. You are lucky, it was a rare breed." He mumbled, with an apologetic tone in his voice.

"Thank you, Lambert. Any signs of the Chort?"

"No. We will be leaving in the morning. What did you do while I was gone?"

"I took a nap, washed some dirty clothes of mine and then I was packing my bag when you showed up again."

"I´ve been gone for over four hours. Dinner should be ready soon. You want to stay here or go into the tavern?" He asked barely looking her in the eyes.

"Tavern sounds alright. I left water on the fire, should you need to wash clothes as well." Milli answered him.

He nodded in understanding and started to look through his bag getting dirty clothes out of it, every once in a while, he glanced in her direction.

"I am sorry. I should have snapped at you earlier." The young woman mumbled, having the feeling he may be angry with her.

He didn´t gave a vocal answer, only a nod, before he left for the bath.

Good talk. Now let's see what I can make out of the talon.

After securing her dagger in her boot, Milli walked over to the window and looked out.

The forest was in a close vicinity and she was able to see the leaves dance in the wind.

It´s so beautiful and peaceful. Batcher and Bull would love it here.

A smile danced on her face, when she thought about her uncle's dogs. They would love the open fields and the many different smells.

With a last huff, the woman turned back around and nearly stumbled into her companion.

Damn you Witcher and your silence.

"Damn."

Lambert chuckled. But stopped the second the noise left his mouth.

"Sorry. I can smell the food. We should go to grab it before it´s all eaten."

"Sure. Let me put the talon away first."

Five minutes later, the two companions sat at their designated table in uncomfortable silence, waiting for their food.

"Miss. I am so sorry that we weren´t able to help you. I hope you are alright now. The Witcher said you are unharmed." The owner spoke, a frantically apology and Milli didn´t know what to do at that moment. She never liked to be in the centre of attention and felt slightly uncomfortable in that situation.

"Ehm. I am alright. Thank you. Don´t worry." She stuttered, sending Lambert a silent call for help.

"She´s just shaken and has a few bruises. Therefor we will leave early in the morning. If you might want to call your husband, so we can settle the payment." He said with his stern witcher- voice, that left no room for arguing and the woman left in a hassle.

The hot soup tasted delightful and she began to relax again.

When the eldest came to pay the Witcher for his deeds the blue haired woman excused herself and returned to their room. A question nagging at her mind.

Lambert followed her just a few minutes later.

"Lambert. I have a question. Why did you laugh at me earlier?" She mumbled, staring him right into his catlike eyes.

"That´s what you are worried about?" He asked, with a confused tone in his voice. "I knew, you weren´t a Lady of the regular standard, but I didn´t think you would be that bold about it. It was a refreshingly different."

"That´s it? I thought you made fun of me." She mumbled in disbelieve, there she had thought he had made fun of him after she had opened her heart to him.

"I didn´t."

Laughing at his confused look, the female companion began to laugh.

"Men. Glad to hear. You said we will depart early tomorrow morning, I will get ready to sleep then." She told him with a wink and disappeared into the bathroom to change.

"Don´t worry about disturbing me. You can pack your back and prepare anything you like. Just try not to make to much noise." Milli told him, when she had laid down into the bed.

If I can sleep on W:O:A I can sleep when he gets everything ready.

The next morning the pair gathered their stuff and, while Lambert secured everything on his horse, Milli packed a back full of provisions for their journey, including dried meat and fruits, as well as fresh bread. It should last for at least two to three weeks, assumed Lambert would be able to kill game every few days.

After a quick `Good bye` the two companions were on their way.