ASKED BY @ratherbewild :: “Why aren’t you with her?” bash @ keyleth
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She’s never been able to keep hands still. Working a rag over a glass or across a countertop. Sweeping to the news on a radio near as old as the diner. Circling fingers over Mason’s head and letting vines drop from them for him to pull. Timing the beating of Tegan’s heart when she finally falls asleep. If Keyleth is awake then there is something to be done — cleaned, cooked, kept.
Cared for.
Hums as she holds out the next tool as Bash looks over his road hog, ❝ Got the sense you might need someone more right now. ❞ Covers her own smile with an unopened can of beer to press against a cheek and steal away some cool from the heat. He’s got that same look — that there are other ways better spent than fussing over him. Must be genetic.
❝ And she’s with Mason. Hopefully not teaching him to terrorize local wildlife. ❞