Hugh was rummaging through his gear, making sure he had everything. His pipe was long snuffed out, some of the leaves inside of it still not completely used up. He stuffed the pipe away in his saddle bag. Then he slung the saddle bag over his shoulder.

After slinging the saddle bag, he was greeted by the pleasant surprise of Sana, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on him. It still felt as wonderful as ever, but now he could have a kiss whenever the time was right for it. He rubbed her back with his hands, absorbing the feeling of her body into his hands. When she pulled away from the kiss, Hugh's own lips feeling still pursed and stuck in the kiss, she quickly brought his attention to something she had snuck around his neck. 

"Then I will have to carry it with me into every battle." He said, giving an affectionate smile. He lifted the necklace in front of his face and looked over it, seeing it as a beautiful gem, and then placing it back into his shirt under his armor. This woman would make him happy for quite possibly the rest of his life. 

There was just one problem. He really had no idea how to go about telling her of his late family. He would never keep a secret from her, but something like this needed to be handled delicately and not just dumped out. There was a time and a place and he was not quite sure when it would be, he just knew he was going to tell her.

With that, he lifted himself up into the wagon, seating himself next to Sana. It warmed him to have her next to him. It was calming and healing to have her there for him. He would be there for her, always ready to keep her safe. 

Hugh couldn't help but notice when Sana mentioned [i]I miss you Ramara.[/i] He was rather perplexed, but he would learn in due time. "Ramara?" He said, looking to her inquisitively. "Someone you know?" He seemed to have been interrupted by Sana's sudden change of focus to something Artos said about jewelry. Naturally, Hugh just sat back, assuming that the conversation would be carried on later.

He felt the need arise for his pipe once again, feeling it to become some sort of bad habit. Nonetheless, it was enjoyable to blow some smoke from a pipe. It was calming.