The two continued bickering as they stepped out while the other three could only follow and watch their departing figures.
"Those two just love bickering with one another," Preshea held her head.
"Despite that, the one she keeps a close eye on was always him," Spencer shakes his head.
"Indeed," Richard followed.
They are already used to these two being like that but from time to time they would also wonder if they truly do not hate one another. If not for them seeing Luna taking care of Aaron more than them, they would believe the thought of the two hating one another.
One might even think that Luna loves Aaron if not for the way she looks—a look not towards someone you love as a man but towards someone you wish to watch over.
"But did you hear their words?" Spencer asked after stepping out of the tent.
The two were on different sides of the camp.
One swinging her sword at the edge of the group.
