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"I-" Gale paused, at a loss for words for once in his life. Vin wasn't upset with him? Vin didn't hate him, for lying about the orb? For omitting information that had but them in danger?
It was hard to wrap his mind around.
"Vin, with this orb in my chest, I am a danger to myself and others. You understand that, yes?" He would understand if Vin never wanted to see him again. Even if it would break him, he would understand.
"Yes, I I understand." Vin nodded slowly, their voice barely above a murmur. They'd felt the massive amount of barely-contained magic thrumming beneath their hand, and truly, it was a wonder their escapades (or even being taken by the mind flayers to begin with) hadn't set it off already. There was a chance nowhere on the sword coast would be far enough to make such an explosion safe.
"But how could being upset at you over it possibly help you? How could being upset make the orb safer?" Vin reached for his hand, gently enough that he could break away easily if he wanted. "We're in this together... I promised I'd help, and I'm going to keep that promise."
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Gale couldn't help the way his gaze softened, looking at Vin. Was he truly worth so much to them? That they would sacrifice the entirety of the Storm Coast, just to keep him alive? And he couldn't even do anything for them in return. Although now that the orb was settled, perhaps...
There surely had to be something Gale could do, to prove he was worth this effort. That he was worthy of the affections Vin had bestowed upon him. He'd have to think on it, a bit.
"Vin," Gale said gently, holding their gaze. "I will do what I can. Perhaps we can find another way. But if all else fails..." He let the words hang between them, before shaking his head. "But enough doom and gloom. Shall we start on dinner? I think we actually have enough supplies to make a proper meal right now."
"We will... I know it." Did they actually know it? No. But they had to believe they would. After all, they'd already survived... highly improbable, if not impossible, things. (They should have all become mindflayers by then, but that was hardly worth bringing up... every other person they'd encountered said the same thing.) A soft sigh escaped. He wouldn't agree not to follow Mystra's command, but at least he didn't seem dead set on it either.
Dinner... that was a good idea.
The change of subject was welcome, and Vin turned toward the group's shared stockpile, a hand absently rubbing at their cheek as they tried to think of some meal to put together. Berries and dried sausage... but that wasn't a full meal. Add some dandelions? That was almost a salad, right?
"You know, it'll be nice to have a real meal for a change. I don't think I could do another night of 'drinks we found in a ruin' with some old bread," they said with a soft laugh.
What happened? What had happened-? Vexen's entirely void eyes of pure white stares toward newfound company, just as much a question as the one poised to him. He doesn't respond for what feels like a moment stretched, but he does eye new company closely; silly details retained. Eye colour. Hair colour. Height.
"I do not... remember." Vexen didn't know how he got there, didn't remember why he might have been there - out in the middle of nowhere, with barely another soul around. He looks down at his own hands, notes how foreign they feel - as if there is some kind of disconnect betwixt himself and his body.
"I am... just here." Stood, somehow; no memory, no sense of self. "Lost-?"
There was something... odd and uncanny about the young man's (was he a young man?) appearance, something that made Tav think there may be trouble and yet... he clearly needed help. He moved closer, tucking the water skin back into his belt to make it a little easier to offer support to this stranger.
"Here," he offered, holding out his arm to the young man. Was it a mistake? Maybe, but the stranger could get into some real trouble without help. "I've got you. Lean on me... I've got a camp nearby." Not remembering anything... seeming so... lost in his own body seemed bad.
"What's the last thing you do remember?" Tav asked gently.
The paladin smiled as the little elf lead him to a bench. It was far from comfortable, but for them... for them, he would pretend it was a prince's throne. He reached over, ruffling their hair before settling back. He rubbed his chest— gods and ancestors, it ached— though he shook his head. "Leave the man be," he said, voice a fraction of its usual strength. "He will have more to deal with before the day is out, I believe. I simply need rest and good conversation."
His momentary smile fell, though. His wife still hadn't stirred, not since they'd arrived. Though he'd been the one with a blade through his gut, it was her who suffered for the curse. She was closest to the Oak-Father's creations. She'd been born into it. And now, it seemed, she would rot alongside it. He drew a sharp breath, a hand moving to Vin's back. He gave them a pat and attempted a smile. It fell flat. "You are right, dear child," he said, voice soft. "She will be well again, I am sure of it. After all, we have got biscuits to make. And I am certain once I have recovered just a little while longer, I will be able to make myself useful."
Myndilon turned to the fire in the hearth, watching the flames dance and twist. "Little one," he began slowly, folding his arms on his knees, "please... what— what is your name, again?"
"But you feel bad," the little elf argued back, if weakly. "What if all the dark gross stuff has you, too, like the other people who fought? The priest has to clean that stuff out or it will make you sicker!" They paused, little ears shifting as they rocked back and forth. "An' I'm not good at conversation."
They could tell something was wrong. The old paladin was lying. Alright, maybe he wasn't lying but he wasn't telling everything he knew... or everything he feared. He got the same look on his face, the same tone in his voice that adults had when they weren't telling the truth. Pointing that out wouldn't help anything... if he was like their teacher, it would only earn a scolding and 'meditative time' in their room. So they sat, let him pat their back and pretend everything was fine.
Their name? The child frowned, a worried look in their eye when he asked. That was bad. Really bad. He was a sun elf at six centuries... the high priest was far older and remembered things better. They stood up, concern etched into their features, and patted his hand gently.
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