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	With a lot of careful guidance from Jack, Amber finished crafting his holster. She was happy with her work, and it gave her ideas for further product lines in her shop. This excited her a little, knowing that her new idea would have been inspired from an entirely different world. The idea, however, didn’t excite her nearly as much as Jack himself did. There were so many things about him that captured her intrigue and caused her primal urges to exert themselves. She did what she could to keep those urges concealed because, after all, it just wasn’t ladylike to be forthcoming about these matters. Still, After Jack redressed in his now dry clothes, she took maybe a little too long fitting the holster to his torso, letting her fingers linger in places that they really didn’t need to in an attempt to familiarise herself with his form. 

It wasn’t just physical appeal, though. The whole exotic outlander thing was also super intriguing. She didn’t necessarily believe his story, but somehow the sense of adventure the story brought with it was exhilarating and welcome in her mundane life. So she chose to go along with things for the time being. Besides, he and she were in fact fugitives now, leaving not many other options but to get along. 

There was also the Chilli’s interest in Jack. The interest the dragon had was likely a different type of enthusiasm than Amber had for the man, but it somehow served to validate her own sense of attraction for him. Despite all those self assuring reasoning’s, it really was extremely odd to witness the Chilli’s interaction with Jack, and it just kept getting more odd by the minute.

Before leaving Amber's basement to commence their Journey, the Chilli left her roost on the barrel in favour of Jack’s shoulder. Perched like a pet bird.