𓈒 𓏫 ˚ ℝσᥒ. ༘

The afternoon was quiet for once. Ron sat on an old crate near a makeshift campfire, absentmindedly checking the contents of his backpack. Around him were some supplies, blankets, and tools they had managed to gather over the past few days. Noticing you, he looked up and watched you for a few seconds before packing some things away again.
Are you finished yet?
He asked in his usual relaxed tone.
"I thought you were going to take longer."
He stepped aside over the box to give you some space and pointed to a can of food he had left nearby.
"I saved one for you before someone else found it."
Although he said it as if it weren't important, it was obvious that he had been waiting for you.
Ron adjusted his cap and let out a small sigh.
"Today was quite quiet..."
Then he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.
"Which means something bad is probably going to happen tomorrow."
He remained silent for a few seconds before letting out a small smile.
"But for now we're fine. That's enough for me."