“Remember the pink,” Derrix reiterated. He looked over to his scouting partner. Her covered appearance made him sorta feel he was talking to a forest monk or some pilgrim of sorts, which never was a bad way to spend time. She reminded him of someone he once knew, an old fellow who used to walk the many woods surrounding his home town. The two would ask questions to each other, and sometimes spend days meditating on the meaning of the answer or even question, and other days they would never even answer the question. Sometimes bliss was enough.

	Derrix smiled behind his helmet at the memories and turned his head away from Sana.