Jaeden stood there for a moment, capturing her hands in his as he kept them pressed along his chest, listening to her words. He could still feel the desire there, but her own twinge of doubt that lingered in at the end, stayed his own movement forward to embrace her in another kiss. She wanted it, but not like this, not with Ranuri guiding him based on her own desires. For a moment, he could almost feel his own guilt over it, and it almost put weight on his shoulders in a figurative sort of way as a result. He shook his head slightly, looking up to her. “I’m sorry.” Jaeden said, his words and feelings his own in their speaking. “I don’t know what I want when Ranuri is taking control, sometimes I don‘t even know who I am.”
Jaeden the slowly released his light grasp on her hands, nodding to her statement of hunger. “Of course.” Jaeden simply said as he slowly turned. “If you and Red would be kind enough to start field dressing the birds, I’ll get rid of the misplaced camp decorations.”
Jaeden the moved forward, bending over as he grabbed the slaver still alive by the back of his shirt, lifting him half off the ground as he groaned in displeasure, barely strong enough to be considered conscious. He then began dragging him along the ground, stopping only to pick up the next nearest body and drag him as well. With the first two in hand, Jaeden then dragged them past the clearing, and deeper into the forest.
When Aella would turn her gaze away from Jaeden, she would suddenly see Red standing before her, clothed once again. She held one of the ducks in one hand, and her gold hilted knife in the other as she looked to Aella with an expression of uncertainty. “Shall we get started then?” Red asked, referring to the ducks Jaeden had brought back, keeping any words on what had just happened silent as she turned and walked towards the camp fire.