Much has happened in the years since Ryce was a fresh-faced adventurer. Busy as his life was, though, he was never one to forget a face - and when a familiar one made an appearance at the bar in Ul'dah, he didn't hesitate to approach and lean over the miqo'te with a pleased grin.

“Qessyn... I’ve been.. wanting to ask you something.”

Razok sat across from her at the small table. They were in a nice restaurant with the kits spending the night with their grandparents so that Razok and Qessyn could celebrate their anniversary in peace. He’d made reservations just for this event, sitting at a table in a secluded area with faint music playing from the main room just beyond the doors, giving them a sense of privacy. 

He folded his hands together, nervous, but certainly less so than he was the first time the subject was brought up: 

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Sitting on the edge of the large bed, made especially to fit someone of his size, Kal-Sar watches the tiny Ieuzonian medic type away. It had been months since he was rescued by the very same medic. His throat had healed aside from a nasty scar, but scars were nothing new to him, his body was littered with them. 

What concerned her the most was his voice. The wound he obtained had damaged his vocal cords severely, and he had been rendered mute as a result of it. She had been spending weeks trying to see if she could pinpoint the extent of the damage and repair it - to no luck so far.

He frowns. While he admired her tenacity, part of him knew that he would never speak again. Truthfully it didn’t matter. He was free, and had Vynera at his side. That alone was more than he could have hoped for.

He taps the metal frame of the bed to get Qessyn’s attention, and when he has it, his hands shift so that he can sign to her:

Tabaxi were not a race that Archer typically got to see. Most of which he met (which were admittedly very few) were some form of thief or scoundrel. His hand had come to rest on one of his pistols when she came near the wounded Tiefling. His tail lashed, and despite the pain in his leg, he still managed a rather menacing growl. 

It was late at night in the city, the hospital had gone through yet another busy day, but had finally calmed down enough for most of the staff to take a breather. For Doctor Sozal Kartor, that meant sitting in his office and finishing paperwork...

Approaching the living room of the house, Razok couldn’t help the fond smile on his features as he moved through the room while carrying a plate of all the foods that Qessyn listed for him to get for her to snack on. Naturally, as cravings were, the combinations were a little absurd but he still did it. He’d literally do anything for her. 

“You know, fried chips in pickle juice isn’t quite what I had in mind for a midday snack.” He muses, setting the plate of food down nearby and naturally finding a spot next to his wife while her favorite show played in the background. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and he allowed her to lean on him with a soft purr.