[ luckily, the chill already has falco's cheeks a bright red, but he certainly feels some heat to them that spread to his ears at the word want. um, well— yes. but also. it was more. an idea? he looks around them now with more heed and considers her thoughts before his in checking the immediate surroundings. nothing. no matter how much he strained his ears, he thinks he only hears chickadees. ]
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. . . Maybe they ran off?