Miles beckoned her to the counter. "I see you have some…. Relatively good things picked out…." Like… Fashion sense. At least it ain't outta whack like some people…. He took her clothes to the counter and paid for them. "Now time to get outta this place…." He muttered lowly.
She nodded "Where are we going next?" She asked, scooping the clothes back up once he had paid for them and laying them back over her arm.
"Well…. Where would you want to go? What would you want to do? I've been dragging you along all this time, I figure I'll be kind enough to have your own choice." He put his money on his hip and put his hands behind his back. "To the tavern, more shopping, gathering food or finishing the garden and shed – it's all up to you."
"Gathering food and then finishing the garden and shed sounds good," She said, "Also, you haven't been dragging me along, the least I can do is let you decide since you've let me stay at your house for so long and you bought me clothes."
"Yeah, but I'm also not too keen on giving other people orders…" Miles muttered lowly, his face getting a bit red. Oh well… Let's just move on. He thought on his way out.
She followed him out with a small smile, walking alongside him and looking around at the shops and people. She started humming lightly to herself, glancing up at him every so often.
Miles was walking home, noticing that she glanced at himf from time to time. “D-Do you need something?” He asked with a red face, slightly irritated. She keeps on looking at me like that…. Miles kept on going along though, not attracting too much attention to the two of them.
"No, I'm just curious why you've let me stay so long, most people kick me out after a day or two," She looked at the ground and stopped humming, "It's kinda nice, being able to know that there's a roof over your head and a comfy bed to come back to."
But there’s no need to— “Why would poeple kick you out? I haven’t had company in years… since I began living by myself, I basically sorta isolated myself and lived off the land. So… it’s just the company I really want.” Miles’ cheeks tingled with redness. I have been lonely for some time…
They arrived back the house, and they were walking up to the door.
Emmeline shrugged "Most of the time they just make up a random excuse," She looked up at him, "Living by yourself isn't the best, I know that for a fact."
“Yup, yup, yup….” He said quietly. But I don’t know how much of her I can take before I explode…. Miles used the key to get in the house, and he took off his cloak, laying it on the bed. “I’m sure it’s bad.” Because that’s what I’ve been doing nearly my entire life….
She followed him in, sitting on her bed and laying the new clothes next to herself. "Should I start working on the garden again?" She asked, pointing outside and standing up.
“Go right ahead…” He muttered. “I’ll be right out to finish the shed….” There has to be somewhere we can go tonight…. get some more trinket-like stuff… become secretly filthy rich…. maybe. Miles shook his head. But if I’m right, tonight’s another of them full moons… nonetheless, I’ll have to sleep in tomorrow. That is, if Emmiline wants to do anything.
She nodded and headed outside, starting to work on the garden again. She smiled softly as she worked, looking up at the sky and thinking about how much longer he would let her stay since she was basically just getting in the way.
Miles grabbed all his stuff and headed out to the partially build shed. “I’m glad this is all coming along nicely….” He said to himself quietly. He got to work in no time, setting up the ladder to finish the roof. It was a stretch, yet he was working hard and strong to get it done that evening.
Emmeline smiled when she finally finished the garden, it wasn't the biggest or the best but it would work. She stood back and took a break as she nodded, "Not too bad," She told herself, going back to fix up a few patches here and there.
Miles continued to lay tarps over the roof frame, putting straw on it to cover it up. This is coming along a bit nicely…. He glanced down, seeing that Emmiline practically finished the garden. “That doesn’t look half bad,” He called down to her. “Tomorrow I might go to town to find seeds to get it started right away.” That’s what I should’ve gotten while we were still in town…
She looked up at Miles and smiled "Thanks," Emmeline looked at the garden and nodded "If we get the seeds in quick enough, we could still get a harvest this year." She walked over to the shed and tapped part of the frame "Do you want me to help you build?" She asked.
“I think I’m almost done here….” He piled more straw on the roof, and before too long, it was covered. “There… All done.” Miles was coming down when his foot slipped off the ladder and he fell to the ground with a harsh thud. The pain was a quick pang, and his vision went dark really quick.
(Don’t worry he ain’t dead)
(That's good)
Emmeline froze and quickly rushed over to him. She looked him over and shook his shoulder, "Miles?" She said to him, her eyes full of worry and panic, "Hey Miles? Are you ok?"
He wiped his face, his sight full of blinking stars. “Damn….” Miles croaked. His whole entire body ached, but his legs and arms got the worst of it, feeling the worst of the pain there. “I… .I’m. J-just….. hurting.” He muttered, rolling back and forth. He would yelp and groad about it, but it also hurt to breathe.
"Don't move, just let yourself recover," She said, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder, "If you broke any bones you don't want to hurt them more." She looked around and felt herself slowly calm down when her mind realised that he was alive.
Miles just sat there then, shirtless and cold in the evening. She should at least try to get me to my bed… And…. I’m pretty sure all my bones are intact… Yet he didn’t really want to risk anything that was too much for him. “If… i-if you.. insist,…” He half choked. ….How come I thought I could do this?
Emmeline nodded and looked him over, making sure that non of his bones were broken before looking towards the house. "Do you think if I helped you, we could get you inside?" She glanced at the shed and the ladder before focusing back on him, "It might be too much for your body to handle right after the fall, but you can't stay outside."
Miles whined. “I don’t feel much like getting up. Un— unless you’re w-willing to d-d-drag me on a b-b-b-blanket or something.” After speaking, he let out a long breath through his nose. Dammit, why does it have to hurt to keep myself alive!!?