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Aimé started (as you may have inferred, he was a very twitchy sort) when he noticed Sai approach him. As she sat against the wall, Aimé summoned up a killer smile and, just as she asked him if he wanted to talk, he showed it; positively glowing, he smiled such a radiant smile that it took Sai's breath away. At least that's how he imagined it.
The reality was slightly more mundane, if still glad; because Sai smiled back at him and seemed a lot more comfortable. "I thought you looked rather unhappy" said she.
"Oh, it comes and goes" replied Aimé. "Sometimes, in moments of clarity and/or honesty I realise that I quite like being—if not sad then...wistful. Don't you know?"
"Oh yes" said Sai, looking ever so slightly confused but even more like she wanted to put her arm around Aimé's shoulder and say 'There, there!'
And so Sai and Aimé had their first important conversation, where stories were told, laughs were shared, and oaths of fellowship were taken (sort of). Aimé now trusted Sai totally; and he figured that, even if he shouldn't, he didn't ask for the responsibility which he had recently been saddled with. What bad thing was likely to come of this friendship?
Aimé looked out onto the village and espied a flock of pigeons. Now, the fact that Aimé quite liked pigeons has nothing to do with this scene. All he did was ponder how remarkable it was that such anakronisms would pop up at this particular time. It strongly reminded him of the practice of assigning things to Mordor purely for utility in, say, an RPG. It was like an anakronism-sibling, and it was certainly evident here in the not-too-busy village of Dol Gaurgauroth.
"Sai, you have cheered me up" he said, and hugged her. "Now, what the devil are we going to do now?"
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