The Weary Travelers
Shoneah led Exile in and out of several parts of the marketplace before leading him towards her camp. In the mean time her eyes lit up as she chatted on with him about nothing of substance. She talked about everything from the weather to her favorite song and flower, however, she mentioned nothing yet about her tribe or her reason she didn't want to return there just yet. It was probably not obvious yet to Exile, whether or not she ever intended to tell him anything.
As they began to head toward the camp she remarked. "So what again brings YOU out this way, Exile?" Her heart lept as she spoke his name. She still wasn't sure why he had such a profound effect on her, nor could she still determine the actual emotion she was feeling or give it a name. Then she added, "Not that I have really told you anything yet about why I am not returning to my own village. I suppose we could both save that conversation, if you like, for when we are out of earshot of those we may not want to hear our personal business." This was her way of saying that for some reason, that she could not devise, she actually trusted him. She wasn't afraid to tell him her deepest secrets. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she did. For now she'd just continue the small talk.
"So what is YOUR favorite flower, Exile?" She asked, continuing the nonsense chatter. Her eyes met his as she paused for a moment, before resuming walking.