I'm glad you don't feel that way anymore, too. It's... I felt similarly, that you wouldn't want someone like me, so I couldn't be happier now.

[Olivine quiets then, just staying nestled against Basch's side while he finishes eating. they have time, and the whole night ahead of them besides. it isn't until he's just about finished eating that the priest finally pulls away, leaning up to press his lips to the blond's cheek before he goes to pick up the cookpot and his bowl. he can wash them on the way back to the village quite quickly, at least.]