Ignoring the awkwardness between them was stifling. Sloane felt like she was choking on it  and she loathed it. All she could do was shrug again. "Everybody enjoys a little piece and quiet every once in a while, even those of us who rarely stop." Was that so surprising? The thought hadn't occurred to her that's how she was likely often perceived, but it wasn't wrong either, she supposed. More often than not when she did pause and slow down, she was on her own.

Eyeing him carefully, Sloane tilted her head in thought. He was right after all, they probably should head back up to the castle before it got too dark to see, but she wasn't ready, not quite yet. "A few more minutes?" She volleyed, sitting up and shaking the grass from her hair.

There were a few thoughts plaguing her, a few questions on the tip of her tongue that Sloane was dying to ask after thinking about it far too much, but she wasn't sure she wanted to- or if she wanted the actual answers. Impulsiveness was her middle name however, and before she could stop herself, she asked, "Are we alright?"