You were confused about it, at first, because you’re particularly sharp-eyed. You’re the party ranger, you’re often the lookout, you have to be. You watch her in towns, eyeing the fancy lordlings that pass you on the street. The hunger in her eyes.
But she was really cool about that one fuckup with the bear that first time out, even though she got a bit… mauled.
(You still feel bad about that.)
And she does stay out of trouble when you’re in town, even when someone is practically dangling their coinpurse in front of you, even when you’re tempted.
And she’s, like, really pretty.
At first, you leave it in a pocket, but just a little bit out. Like you stuffed it there in a hurry. You do that for days.
(You watch her for days, and she smiles at you when she catches you at it. Like you have a private joke, together.)
She sidles up to you, at one point, and leans around you, tucking the handkerchief into your pocket, right before you’re arriving at a big town. Her warm hand on your hip, her other slipping the hanky deeper into your pocket.
“You have to be careful with your things, in a place like this,” she said, giving you a wink. “Anybody might grab them.”
“Right,” you said. “Of course. How silly.” You’re a bit embarrassed, really.
(Your hip tingles where her hand was. Silly, silly, silly.)
But you’ve worked it out, now. You figured it out, you get it. She picked you out because she wants the challenge. She picked you because you are sharp-eyed. That makes sense- it’s not fun if it’s easy, right?