𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 down from distant snow-capped peaks is a welcome respite from the afternoon sun, one she leans into eagerly. the fires of pyrah are not yet faded entirely from her mind, nor is the memory of them against and beneath her skin distant, and for that the day's trek affords her the chance to focus outward rather than inward. a quick glance to her right has her realizing that vax clearly could use the same. he's been too quiet since the tomb, present but also somewhere else all the same time. (a part of her wonders if she's forfeited the right to worry, but pushes the thought away swiftly, irritably.) ❝ hey, ❞ whatever uncertainty hovers over her words is balanced with a soft smile, earnest and easy, as she paces her steps to walk alongside him, ❝ you ok? you seem... quiet. not-, um, not that it's a bad thing, but it's just a different sort of thing? ❞ keyleth knows she's always been clumsy with her words, but out of all of them, the rogue aside her has always been able to decipher their true meaning and intent despite her stumblings.
a hand reaches out to carefully rest against his shoulder, voice lowering to allow them some privacy amidst the rest of the group and against scanlan's penchant for catching everything. ❝ what happened at the tomb..., i... , i won't ask if you're ok, vax, because you shouldn't be, but, ❞ her teeth gnaw at her lower lip, gaze finding his, ❝ but there's something else. there's something more, isn't there? ❞ @raevildan
