A few steps in, he faintly heard Macbeth walk up behind him. Zeref, even his footsteps were quiet. Neither of them talked as they made their way back to the camp. Macbeth didn't volunteer any information about what he was doing out in the middle of the day, and Cobra was honestly too tired to pry.
Not Macbeth though. "How did it go today? Are you two done already?"
Cobra sucked in a breath. "Terrible. And yes."
"You going back tomorrow?"
"…"
"I'll take that as a yes."
He grunted. "You're holding up your end of the bargain, right?"
Macbeth took a few extra steps to be in line with, instead of behind, Cobra. He gave a trademark evil smile. "No one knows and if anyone asks, just go with the flow. You're good so long as you don't spell it out for anyone."
It felt a bit odd putting so much trust in Macbeth. The last time he'd done that…well they both didn't like talking about it. But it was true that they'd known each other for most of their lives. You didn't go through everything they did and not intrinsically know things about each other. And what Cobra knew was that, occasionally, Macbeth could absolutely pull through.
"I'm keeping my mouth shut…it'll be your head on the line if it gets out."
"I understand completely."
The two continued their walk back to camp, their pace slightly more in sync than before.