Things You Said Under The Stars and in the Grass
If she thought hard enough about it, it was really like camping. Except, without the tent. Or the sleeping bag. Or the marshmallows.
So, really, not much like camping at all. But she was enjoying the break she had gotten, her swollen ankle elevated on both of their packs stacked atop one another. Stein had only recently finished bandaging her, and when she looked at him from her peripheral, he more resembled a cat that had been rubbed the wrong way than her Meister who managed to collected 57 souls in four months.
Starting from scratch after Kami and Spirit teamed up was more difficult than she could have imagined.
Neither of them were actually used to stopping for the night, least of all outside: hence, the lack of camping materials. It was because Stein had a vendetta against Kami that was deeper than the Mariana Trench that there was never any time to rest when it was a race to the "Make a Death Scythe First" line.
Thus: traveling all night after a mission, eating rations on the go, patching wounds whilst walking. She had gotten used to those things.
She wasn't used to laying on the ground next to him, chattering away as though they had all the time in the world, indulging in the beautiful sky.
She was goal oriented, but that didn't mean when given the chance to indulge, she wasn't going to milk it for all it was worth.
Regardless, she found herself thankful that they had plush grass, a far cry from the usual sand she was accustomed to, and it was warm enough that she didn't have to double up on clothes. It felt more comfortable than she could have ever predicted.
"What about that one?" she asked, pointing up to another cluster of stars, one of her hands behind her head as though a cushion. Stein peered at the general direction of where she was gesturing, tempted to tell her that it wasn't too accurate a method of indicating what she wanted information on, but he refrained.
"Ursa Major," he told her, blinking lazily from behind his glasses.
He was so tired of staring at the sky. He could do so any day, or rather, night, that he wanted to. It wasn't as though the stars were going to disappear. Besides which, he'd already spent long enough researching it in his constant quest for answers.
But there they were, and there they were going to stay until Marie got some rest and he could gather enough energy to carry her back home.
But he was so sick of stars.
Instead, he turned to her, taking in her enthralled, awed expression.
"Ursa Major?" she repeated, keeping her sights on the heavens.
"Mmm," he hummed, indicating that she was correct in her pronunciation. From what he could see of the side of her face, it looked as though she was smiling, and even in the darkness, with nothing but the laughing moon above them as light, she seemed to glow, lighting up the entire world.
"Beautiful," she whispers, blinking at the glinting stars above her.
When he made a noise of absentminded agreement, he still hadn't turned away.