sounds like hallelujah

ALISTAIR When Rexanna had made it known she held no other plans, Alistair grinned. "Slept great actually, it's been sometime since I've been able to say that actually." He'd reply, finger reaching over to gently wrapped a loose strand of hair around her ear. "Bath sounds perfect. Just so happens I know just the place." Not long after after breakfast, Alistair gathered his camp and began his trek to a much needed bath. The essentials wrapped into a pack and slung over his shoulders, bow firmly held in one hand as he walked at Rex's side. "First time since arriving things have felt...normal. Does that make sense?" He asked, glancing to Rexanna. Granted what had happened the night before was anything but normal, but the stroll along a dirt road, companion in toe, and the settled realization this would be home all began to sink in. He glanced at her hand, curious if he should take it. So he did the most sensible thing...he subtly tested her reaction by not so conspicuously walking closer to her side so their fingers would gently brush together. If her fingers curled in, he would treat it like their fingers had just passed together as a result of their walking. If her fingers remained, he'd wait for the right pass, to curl his fingers around hers. "Have you seen the Oasis?" He'd ask, clearing his throat.