to forgive.

He’s quick to notice her movement, sitting up straighter. It doesn’t get him any closer to relaxing, knowing his sister is still on edge, but he himself doesn’t bother to sit up straight.

The teasing is ignored, brows furrowing at the rest of what she has to say. There had been a lot going on lately, it was only fair to still be processing most of it.

The rogue sets his drink on the table in front of her, barely touched. “A drink for your thoughts it is, then.” Vax’ildan shifts now, leaning back against the chair and crossing his arms over his chest expectantly. This was part of the job, after all. 

No one ever said anything was easy, but being Vex’s brother was one of the easier things in life despite what other’s might think.

perhaps the most irritating thing about having a twin was their inexplicable ability to cut through the bullshit, or at the very least set it aside. she peers at her brother through her lashes, a slow exhale dragging down her shoulders as the arrow is set back into the quiver on her hip. she scoots herself backwards, instinctively turning towards her brother despite her resistance to share the plagues of her mind. sometimes, it was small things -- little hissing white lies that slipped around her neck, seeped into her skin, just enough to make her hackles raise in paranoia. but other times, like tonight, the murmurs of doubt have left her throat tight, constricted, quieted her tongue.

but, those whispers have nothing once vax’s gone to work. perhaps their stubborn need to bury her in her own subconscious was what made her acknowledging their existence seem foolish. why confide in her brother? her silence lasts far longer than she would have liked for the purpose of dissuading suspicion. in an effort to pass her unease off as rumination, she picks up the offered tankard and swirls the liquid about, contemplating before taking a well-sized swig.

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It was a night to relax, possibly have a few drinks. There was no obvious danger, not right now. Grog wasn’t too far away, having drinks with Percy next to him shaking his head at the prospect of a drinking competition. It was a good night, the tension Vax had been carrying in his shoulders was gone for now.

The only thing that was off was his sister. She was sitting too far away, at least for him. He missed her, even when she was less than 10 feet away. The rogue isn’t truly trying to stealth at the moment, but his footsteps had always been extremely light in the first place. “Jokes on you, stubby. I wasn’t even trying.” 

He sits in the chair next to hers before gesturing to the others. “Did you need a moment alone to think or are you too tired for a few drinks?”

“ sure you weren’t.” her taunting tone still persists, not looking up from the arrowhead securely pinched between her fingers, there is a soft hum of approval as her twin settles down at her side. there is a comfort in his presence that can not be denied ---- a familial familiarity. for so long it was just the three of them, but trinket wasn’t much for conversation until more recently. she has the urge to sit upright now that her moment of peace is disturbed, as if not even he is allowed to see her laze about for a moment.

     she sets herself in a proper position, back straight while her brow furrows. the arrow’s tip aids her in digging a bit of dirt out from beneath her nail, before being cleared away by the stroke of her thumb across the sharpened surface. she.. hesitates to answer him, trying to formulate her words. mouth opens, closes briefly, before shoulders tense and somewhat turn away from him, “ no, i was -- i’m not tired. just. thinking. not bad thinking, mostly, but just.. thinking about things. so many things. ”