He stands beside her, leaning his shoulder against the tree and looking out at the other three. Weren't there usually only two? He's not sure, but it's also not important to him.

Instead what he focuses on is that little hint of emotion, and he folds his arms once again. He wants to close himself off, but he's too curious to let it sit.

"What are you thinking about?" what is that feeling she's clearly, probably?, feeling.