#vethna

"I was worried you wouldn't come," you confess. Your voice is hoarse and weak, your eyes heavy. But you refuse to fall asleep with them here, even if their very presence alone has you feeling more relaxed by the second. Safe.

Vethna's brows furrow as they lean over you. You can smell the scent of lavender perfume clinging to their hair as it falls from their shoulders, tickling your face.

"Why wouldn't I have?" they ask softly. Their thumb strokes your cheek. You swallow thick, unsure of what to say.

You're used to being left behind. Used to being forgotten. Used to being unwanted.

"Look at me, Veth," you mutter. Covered in bandages head-to-toe, reeking of gauze and blood.

They do. Their eyes rake over your face, flittering over your features. You can see the concern in their gaze, the way their lips press softly together in empathy. And then they're leaning in closer, pressing a soft kiss to both of your temples. They let out a soft sigh then, breath warm on your skin before they tuck their face into the top of your head.

Amilia: Amilia does not stop talking. Amilia will go for hours talking about a cute mushroom on the side of the road, no not underestimate her. And you know what? Yes, she's doing it to annoy who she's with, but part of her really is interested in that mushroom you know. On a more serious note, she's really into music and getting to know people. Amilia's one of those people that makes others open up pretty easily, and it's something she genuinely enjoys since she likes learning the "lore" of individuals. (... is that just gossip?)

Sabir: Astrology, the gods of the Old World, the Old World in general, really. Interestingly enough, Sabir does not enjoy talking about politics. Like you can rile him up if you try hard and enough, but he sincerely tries to avoid getting too far into it because it's such a glib subject. That, and he's already talking about politics all day given his position. Sabir isn't a ramble talker though-- he won't just chatter for hours on end about something. He's into the art of conversation, you see. The back-and-forth is what's fun for him, so he'd rather talk about nothing at all and fill the conversation with shallow banter than passionately talk about his map collection.

Syfyn: Just remind her of the time someone vaguely pissed her off one time and you got about an hour of entertainment off that incident alone. (One time a person cut her in line at the mess hall, one time she stubbed her toe because someone moved a box, one time--) Syfyn also likes talking about combat and training, but Nikke's more like "genuine excitement and tips and tricks" and Syfyn's more like "lmfao I kicked your ASS you're a loser" or "did you see how hard I punched that thing lemme remind you"