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it was still quiet, & dark. ellis was sure the sun would be up soon & he had given up on the notion of going back to bed. he was hoping that he could quiet his mind, just for a moment. soon, they would arrive at the tower elysia had been kept in her whole life. he had learned much from their short time together, but this was a different beast entirely. it was different than knitting his flesh back together after a battle, or fighting for her life.

he steadies his mind by the fire, sketching the starts & the moon & her. his mind jumps from place to place too quickly & he catches what thoughts he can on paper. it's rare that camp is so quiet, so he resigns to scratch charcoal on paper & try to still his mind as well. there's very little his leatherbound journal couldn't take, but it was filling up quickly on the road.

he doesn't look up for a long time, not until there is a too gentle hand brushing away a curl that must have fallen in his face. he leans into the touch instinctively, feeling too safe under fingertips he had become familiar with. he feels vulnerable. exposed. for once, he's nearly okay with that.

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"Hmm," Gale replied, joining in the jest with a spark of amusement. He stroked his beard—thinking, not for the first time, that he really should have grown one years ago. It added an air of scholarly gravitas that suited him quite well, in his humble opinion. His gaze drifted over the desolate remnants of the village, eyes lingering on the shattered doorways, the crumbling walls, the absence of any life or laughter. The remnants of something horrible once occurred here.

Does she want to? No. But as the adventure keeps moving forward and things keep getting worse, she uses them more and more because she feels like there's no other option. All the little tadpoles the crew finds along the way? She uses them, and gives some to others who would use them too like Astarion.

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

Karlach sat up, panting, quickly noticing that the sweat from her brow had nothing to do with her excessive heat. Gods, if it wasn't the Dream Visitor infiltrating, or her own engine, keeping her up at night - it was the nightmares. The never ending repetition of what she had suffered - and continued to suffer from, it seemed. Operation after operation... Awake on a table caked in her own blood.

She almost startled, hands balled into defensive fists when Wyll made himself known. She tried to laugh nervously, to shake it off, but her trembling gave her away. She hadn't even opened her mouth when he sat beside her - an arm around her shoulders.

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"Ehhh," Gale responded, his face twisted in a half-grimace of doubt as he considered Wyll's words. "I'm not entirely sure that's true, Wyll. Do you recall that chap, Liam? The one we saved from the goblin camp? From what I gathered, he was supposed to be quite fearless—his fellow adventurers certainly seemed to think so. But judging by the state we found him in… well, let’s just say, battle didn’t exactly favour him."

Gale raised an eyebrow, his mind already spinning with the deeper implications of the conversation, unable to resist analysing it further. "Perhaps battle doesn’t favour the brave as much as it does the wise and experienced. Those who have been through enough battles to know the lay of the land, anticipate the dangers, plan their every move. Their knowledge gives them a confidence that might look like fearlessness." He paused, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "But, of course, one would still need the rush of battle—the adrenaline coursing through their veins—to keep their wits about them when the chaos begins."

It could be because he's used to being over a hot coals all day when he's working in the shop, but out here Aksel's a little more susceptible to the cold. He tries not to show it, he sits close to the fire and tucks his arms into himself as he stares into the flames focusing on the way the ambers spark and float into the air. If he keeps staring at it his mind won't start to spiral and maybe he'll even start to feel a little warmer.

He's so focused that Wyll's presence next to him almost makes him jump a little where he sits but he quickly composes himself and silently watches the other male wrap the blanket around the both of them. " Was my shivering that obvious? " A smile lingers on his lips as he looks to the warlock. He's never found it difficult to be himself around Wyll, he's able to be at ease and maybe it's been something he's overlooked which he hates to admit to. Maybe they're not so different, bound by deals and their hands forced.

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