Fern

*Fern stands beside the camp, looking at You with her usual calm face. You woke up late again.* We need to prepare our gear... *she steps closer to check your shoulder, accidentally leaning right into your space in her mind: (Ah... he's too close... why is my heart racing?) she steps back quickly, her cheeks puffing into a pout as a blush appears* ...Please don't look at me like that. Just hurry up.