He knew it was a bad idea, but he did it anyways.

He had been out of flour. Sebastia insisted that they needed cookies. Supposedly it was crucial to the healing process of the gash he had just stitched up on her shoulder. So, he had let her wear one of his jumpers since her shirt was bloody, and they had headed out. It had started out fine, fingers intertwined, laughing as they strolled along. Then he had felt her tense.

"What's wrong," he had murmured nonchalantly, acting like they were continuing their previous conversation.

"We're being followed. Well, I'm being followed. Come on." She had stepped inside the nearest building, winding through hallways and finally tugging him through a door. The door happened to lead to a very small, very cluttered supply closet. Sebastia's elbow was in his ribs, and she was on his lap. He pushed at her elbow, but she simply drove it back harder, making a soft shushing noise. He groaned softly, resting his forehead on her shoulder and willing away the headache forming in his temples. The crowding would be easier to handle if Sebastia's focus was on not impaling him instead of the man outside. But she was concentrating on the subtle noises in the hall, and his ribs were suffering. It was crowded, and there was someone who possibly wanted to kill them. All he had wanted was to get her flour.

Minutes passed before he felt her move again. He made as much room for her as he could while she turned to face him. She put her hands on his chest, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry I got you into this. Wait ten minutes, then go straight home, okay?"

She pulled away to leave, but he caught her around her waist, pulling her back. "Sebastia." It was a plea, a warning, and an assurance of forgiveness. By the way she melted against his chest, tucking her head under his chin, he knew she understood.

"I have to go," she murmured. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before he let her go. He was blinded for a moment, until the door shut behind her.

It was long ten minutes.

When he emerged, he half expected her to be standing there with a triumphant smirk on her face. She wasn't of course. He stepped out onto the sidewalk into the crowd. She had told him to go straight home.

He went and bought flour.