thinking about soft oc stuff tonight
rysel refusing to leave cyraels side after she's wiped out by the staff, swearing up and down its just returning the favor
tsaia coming in to check on them both
tsaia and rys trying to figure out how to hunt together, because there's two obligate carnivores (tsaia, cat and lavandula, gryphon) and a wood elf who's just fucking stubborn about wanting meat in her food
lavandula washing cyraels blood stained clothes in the little bit of water he manages to melt over a fire, using his magic to try and dry her cloak so she has extra warmth
taiga bringing food to cyrael and rysel while they're both asleep, and they wouldn't know who brought it were it not for a single blue feather
the horses huddled for warmth as they graze on whatever shoots of grass they can find, or later moss
Horizon, forever protective of his master, posting himself outside her tent and watching everything, Bentley curled up next to him. the dogs taking shifts watching over the tent where their people rest
