Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

Arthur swung a leg off his saddle, the haunches of his horse weighed down by a whitetail buck he had tracked down per Pearsons requests for stew meat. The Rhodes temperatures not being too extreme as of late. A breeze making its way through the camp, even.

You sat across camp. Eyeing him. Your son -- His son. Sorry, the child you bore. Or actually, the child he sired -- napping and held close to your chest. Rearing a young child was no easy task.

You had a few amorous rendezvous, months and months ago, and had even shared a cot for the majority of your pregnancy, though now found yourself in a tent of your own.

Anyhow. Whatever you and Arthur had could be described as adjacent of love. There was something there, though it was hard to define. It wasn't just lust, or necessity to care for a child, but it wasn't quite love, either.

You remained seated, though. Making no move to interact with Arthur, as usual. Rather tending to your now stirring toddler.