Fallapede

"I had those. I don't want to lose them again."

"You can just make up your own, then."

"Why not? Why live by the rules everyone else makes for you, if you don't have to?" Rima seemed to be talking to herself more than Josten as she spoke.

"You don't, though. Have to deal with it, I mean. But you do anyways."

"And... can I stay here?"

"Where is here?" Rima quickly took a few steps away, looking at the sand cautiously.

Rima spent some time considering, then grabbed onto his arm.

"Away from all the fighting. Somewhere quiet." Rima cautiously grabbed the edge of his shirt.

"Yes." Rima frowned, then decided she owed this man some politeness. "...Thank you."

"That sounds nice."

"So you're homeless? Me too."

"Where do you live?"

Rima picked up a muffin absentmindedly. Ice immediately began crystallizing on it, but she didn't notice. "Nothing better to do?"

"Why do you have a closet full of muffins?"

Rima frowns. "You're strange. I don't like sweet things. Where are we?"