Frost dusted the camp as Griffith fastened his armor, each buckle in olace with crisp finality. The world was quiet, just the pale breath of dawn and the distant silhouette of Doldrey waiting on the horizon.
He paused, letting the cold air clear his thoughts. The Hawks moved -
"Tsk... Who are you calling an idiot ?"
His empty cup was placed on the table in front of him. Crossing his legs as he sat back, he stared straight back at the blonde.
"Pretty sure you would live there if I didn't drag you out from time to time."