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Pale eyes rose to glance at her as she mentioned the two of them coming back to check on it, together. So, now she was fine with the idea of hanging out? He looked at his feet and grinned, shaking his head to himself. He didn't know if he'd ever understand women. Either way, he was happy for her returning good mood, and for the prospect of a meal back at her place. Having worked all morning, the mutt wasn't feeling up to hunting just yet, and an easy, quick meal with good company sounded much better. She shot him a dangerous smile, and he returned it wickedly. "Your place sounds great," he muttered huskily as he got close to her, reaching out a pale hand to rest on her lower back. It was her idea, so she couldn't fault him for it, right? Grinning to himself, the pair headed back across the camouflaged borderline, making a bee line for the small center village that was the ruins. With all of its humidity, musk, and cold corridors, it was not the most welcoming place, but it was home now.