"They look rough.."
"Goodness, what happened..?"
"Why is Coco roughed up?"
"Look at her husband, he looked like he didn't want to be by her side."
The words that Coco heard have been nothing, but nuances.
Especially when they have not stopped whispering among themselves the moment she came back with a flying pig on her shoulder and roughed up looking mediator trailing behind her, looking upset for some reason.
Zaque looked upset, his eyebrows creased together in a frown and his jaw set in a hard line, his knuckles were almost white from how tight he was gripping the basket by his side.
He refused to meet Coco's eyes, his eyes were focused somewhere else, gaze fixed on the ground beneath him and avoiding Coco's eyes.
Coco could see that he was upset about something, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
They were okay when they were making their way down the mountain with Coco helping and holding Zaque's hand whenever he tripped and stumbled on his footing.
