[ Every time he urges that voice out it makes him so excited. It’s an accomplishment, a step towards helping Dextera. Guren squeezes his hand lightly, tugging at it as he takes another step or two to reach the blanket. ]

You like it? I found it and thought you would. I’m not some special cook or anything, but I made us food so we can relax here for a while.

[ He shifts, like he wants to sit on the blanket, but he’s waiting for Dextera to do so with him. ]