Day 06 (Alt) - Nature

It's not like Gwin needs a tour guide through an underbrushed path in Noctilum - he's not a Pathfinder, sure, but an Interceptor gets their fair share of sights and sounds while defending NLA anyway.

Of course, it's also not that he minds having L grasp his hand, like it's nothing (it probably is, to him, even though he keeps squeezing reassurance in the weirdest, most...intimate way, except that's not what he's doing, goddamnit Gwin, just be cool, don't think about the fact that you're eye-level with his chest) as they trek towards...

Where was it they were going, again?