#Meeva'Rae The Deep Gnome

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Divine Intervention

A heads up before anything. This is so non-canon complicit it's not even funny, this was entirely self-indulgent and not canon to the other Rae stories I've posted. This is a simple lil fun 'what if' idea.

I haven't done the Cazador fight yet so I took so many creative liberties~ It was also sort of running on itself at the end there and I wasn't sure where to cut it so we get a fun lil Rae one-liner. I might write the fight scene but I might not. Unsure yet. Also Lliira is a Forgotten Realm's goddess, not a canonical Baldur's Gate entity but considering they use the FR gods in their pantheon, I figured it was a safe bet.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR ACT 3 IN HERE ANYWAY CUZ IT IS CAZADOR FIGHT. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.

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Rae knew they were going to have a bad time during this fight, all of them had known going against Cazador Szarr was going to be hellish, it was why they had stocked up on holy oil, why Shadowheart had layered as many blessings on them all as she could manage, it was why Rae had gone into the ritual room already raging, a quick hard-enough-to-draw-blood bite to her cheek.

What she hadn't expected was Astarion to be taken out for the first few rounds, the ritual starting.

How they'd gotten here was a blur, she'd been front and centre, taking most of the brunt of the damage along with Panae's earth elemental form going full metal and taking what she didn't. Wyll pulling double duty to both get some hits in and help their rogue friend out.

She remembered that there had been a glowing white arrow shot by her that had hit Cazador in the shoulder and had heard Astarion shout something that she hadn't been able to hear over the blood pounding in her ears and a part of her had relaxed, he was in the fight, he was okay, she could focus now.

Only she was pretty sure, staring down at a pearly white fanged grin, that was when it had started going to shit.

Red eyed, blood thirsty spawn created a barrier around each of her friends. All of them fighting to just survive while she had been one-on-one getting her ass handed to her by Cazador himself.

As a team they'd been dealing damage but in her armour, with her rage clouding her vision and her ears. She hadn't stood a chance.

She was pretty sure one of his attacks had broken part of her armour, she could feel something sharp digging into her skin. The pain mixing with everything else, her sword had been kicked away and her height truly was working against her. Cazador was holding her up by her neck like she was a doll, something fragile he was intending to break.

“Bitch Ass Fuck” She gasped out, trying to in vain scratch at his arm, anything to get him to drop her.

It was getting hard to breathe

“Such a vulgar mouth on this one Astarion, I thought I trained you better” Cazador's voice carried over the sound of the fighting and she could tell, staring at his face, the minute he got her friends' reactions, the grin turned smug and his eyes narrowed.

“Let her go you wretch” Came Astarion's furious snarl, loud and if Cazador were anyone else, she had no doubts he would been having second thoughts. Her friend sounded about ready to go feral and murder someone. Probably Cazador.

“Now why would I go and do something like that?” Cazador asked, his eyes flicking up to the deep gnome as her rage dropped, the red fading from her eyes back to a dark pink. Squeezing tighter on her neck, Rae let out a strangled noise, black beginning to cloud the edges of her vision

“Coward” she breathed out, glaring as the vampire lord let out a low chuckle

“Not a coward darling, just smart” He said, his eyes moving away from her back to Astarion and it made her sick to her stomach the pure enjoyment he got out of whatever he was seeing.

“Coward” She said, trying her best to snarl the word out but it came out instead as a pain gasp. “Haven't. . .you heard. . .of a. . .fair fight”

“I haven't actually, what's that like?” he asked, still staring away from her and she felt annoyance flare up beside the pain. Why bother singling her out as a threat if he wasn't even going to treat her as. . .

Understanding soon flared and she, against her better judgement, tried to look over her shoulder at her friends, finding the reason for it all too soon.

Astarion was fighting like a bat out of hell, using daggers and teeth. Four spawns' bodies lay dead around him and the last three were having trouble keeping him from darting over, she watched as one tried to grapple him and promptly had an arm broken and a knife through the heart.

Cazador was playing off Astarion's desperation.

'How many times had he seen this?' she wondered, head flicking to Sebastian for just a moment 'how many times had he tried to become close with one of his fellow spawn only for Cazador to torment and kill them in front of him?'

She found her eyes drawn back to the very man holding her up and found him watching her intently, something on her face must have given her thoughts away if the sick grin, borderline manic thing that appeared on his face said anything.

Rae wanted to snarl that he was a sick twisted bastard, how dare he use her to hurt someone she loved, she'd fucking kill him for it the fucking cu-

The angry thoughts swirling around in her head were quite suddenly cut off by the feeling of. . .wet? A cold blooming pain was coming from her chest. Her head looked down and she found a sword sticking out from her, neatly slotted in between two plates of her armour.

Well that wasn't good.

The hand holding her up suddenly released and she fell to the floor with a loud heavy THUNK, her head hitting the ground adding to the pain she was suddenly aware of.

There was a scream maybe? A yell? She really couldn't be sure. There was a ringing in her ears that was muting everything, like she was raging but worse.

She tried to reach up, grabbing the sword's blade in an effort to pull it out of her when a scream ripped itself from her throat, as instead, a pale hand pushed it further down.

Cazador was saying something, looking away from her, looking vaguely like a deeply disappointed parent. He shook his head and the sword was ripped from her as he simply moved, a blur.

She lost track of everything but the pain.

There was sounds of battle going on but she couldn't hear any of it, it was like the world had become muted.

Moving made it worse so she just lay there, her thoughts a jumbled mess, there were yells of words in voices not her own bouncing around her head but she couldn't focus enough to make them out.

Why was she so cold?

The pain was overwhelming. . .until it simply wasn't anymore.

She was floating above it, above herself, her eyes dull and lifeless, her body had lost it's colour and under her purple armour, under her was a pool of blood.

Her eyes flicked over to her right, seeing blurs of black and white, saw flashes of green magic and grey objects that flew by, fell and then were remade again.

None of it quite made sense to her.

She wanted to fly down and over to see if she could make sense of it all but a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her, she turned to look and a beautiful woman stood there.

Long blue-black hair, pale skin, bright warm blue eyes, a yellow flowing dress adorned her figure and a name flicked through Rae's mind.

Lliira, goddess of Happiness and Freedom

She'd seen her statue on her mother's altar once, she'd been drawn to the bright colours of the piece before her mother had laughed and put it away. Saying it was not for tiny hands.

Lliira smiled at her, gently tapping her nose with a giggle

“It is not your time yet little one” The Goddess said, her voice bright and warm “You have gods chosen to fall, a follower of my friend Mystra to save and a life to live”

“Why me?” came her broken reply, her spirit heavy. She was exhausted, she just wanted rest and was now being told she couldn't? Why?

“Because a devout one of mine gave you life, pleaded when you fell and I am never one to turn down a request” Lliira answered, stepping back to reveal a young deep gnome standing there. Her blonde hair in a tight braid, her eyes just as brown as Rae remembered, her clothes simple comfortable, a loose shirt, soft-looking pants.

Rae reacted on instinct, darting into her mother's arms who embraced her and held her close. A kiss being pressed to her head. Tears falling from Rae's eyes with quiet sobs that were gently shushed.

“It's alright petal, you are okay darling, it's okay” the older gnome whispered, eyes connecting with her Goddess's before the deity smiled and vanished. “I know my love, I know”

It healed cracks she didn't know existed hearing her mother's voice again, a small part of her comforted even in such circumstances

“I missed you” came a broken whisper from Rae and she felt lips press against her head again

“I know, I missed you. As did your father, we await you for your time my love” She said before the two pulled back slightly, her mother's soft smile faltering “But it is not your time yet, you have a destiny, as do your friends. They need you”

“I'm so tired ma” Meeva'Rae said, her shoulders slumping and her mother gave her a look full of sympathy. Wiping a tear away, Rae leaned into her mother's hand and sighed.

“You have a long fight ahead of you, I will not lie but you are strong, you will get through it and then you will have a lifetime ahead to rest. I promise” Her Ma said and Rae closed her eyes for just a moment, soaking up as much of this as she could, the air full of the scent of snapdragons and violets, warmth that seemed to surround and soak into her skin

“I best get back to it then” Rae said, opening her eyes again, a determination settling in. The two sharing a smile before Rae's mother moved her hands to her shoulders, a soft purple glow beginning to come from them.

“Our Lady has promised a fraction of her power for your current most problem but you will need rest. I can only preserve your life for so long”

“Get in, get it done quick. Okay” Rae gave a firm nod before reaching up and squeezing her mother's hands “I love you, tell Pa I miss him?”

“I will my heart. On the wind and light with you”

Those were the last words she heard before gasping, she felt the cold stone floor beneath her and slowly made her way to standing. She could still feel the wound in her chest, it was smaller now but would still need attention.

The sounds of battle reached her ears and she whipped around, dead spawns' bodies littered the floor but she could see her friends. Astarion and Cazador were snarling at each other, Wyll's eyes glowed with purple as she noticed the hex energy around their vampiric foe and Panae was sending mud mephit after mud mephit into the fray.

They'd gotten a few good hits in, she could see and she grinned. Her flaming sword now glowing with a distinct white-golden hue appeared in her hand. She rushed over.

Swinging her sword up in a diagonal line along her enemy's back, she heard the hiss of pain and Cazador jumped sideways, spinning to face them all. Smoke coming off his back

“Surprise ass fuck” Rae said, twirling her sword before taking her stance next to Astarion. The looks on her group's faces were a mixture of surprise, relief and confusion. She knew she would have some explaining to do later.

“You were dead” Cazador growled and Rae just giggled and sent him a playful wink

“Had a chat with Death, they decided I was too much of a hassle.” She asked, bright and perky as she grinned at him. Her body began to glow the same white-golden hue as her sword, the light washing over her family, small wounds closing, their weapons and claws beginning to glow with divine energy. “Ready to meet death yourself asshole."

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A MOMENT AMONG THE FLOWERS (CHAPTER 2)

Spending the rest of the afternoon in the garden that she soon learned he'd broken into, she couldn't help laughing at him as he made her swear she wouldn't tell Wyll, claiming the man made enough jokes about Astarion's less than stellar moral compass, they didn't need to add actual breaking and entering for fun to the list of ammunition.

They wandered about the city, her letting him lead. Coming across a sweet stand that caused her to look up at him with big puppy eyes until he agreed to steal some for her, neither of them having the cash to buy any.

She joined the line while he moved to lean up against the building a Chocolatier had set up a stand in front of. It was a large sweets shop, bright colours plastered all over the building. The numerous sweets and treats, chocolates and caramels, and soft chewy items on the stall's displays were tantalising with their scents. The store behind, she summarized, was where they were probably all made and normally sold.

When it was Rae's turn, she used her height to her advantage and bounced up onto a stool set up for children, starting to excitedly talk the human man running the stall's ear off about how delicious everything looked and oh could she try some of this to see if she liked it? And oh but that also looks oh so good!

In her peripheral vision, she saw Astartion sneak into the building, a small smile tugging at her lips, continuing to focus on her task of distraction, she soon got the attention of the woman and her child behind her. Encouraging the child to get up on the stool with her, claiming she needed another opinion before she bought anything. The man was barely able to get a word in before Rae and the child were firing question after question at him, the gnome being careful to make sure the child wouldn't fall off.

After a good few solid minutes, she felt a hand at her back and tilted her head up to find Astarion standing there, a brown knapsack now slung over one shoulder.

“There you went my love, I did get so worried” He said, his tone full charm and honey and she felt herself leaning into his hand with a light shiver. Staring at him as he turned his attention to the Chocolatier “I do apologise for my wife monsieur, she is a large fan of your artistry. Fabulous quality”

“It's uh. . .it's alright just, if she ain't gon buy anything, I have paying customers to get to” the man said, seeming a little stunned at the interaction and she certainly couldn't blame him

“She won't be, we must be getting home.” Astarion said, helping guide Rae off the stool as he gave the human a smile and a cheeky wink “May your evening be fruitful friend”

Rae felt a gentle amount of pressure coming from the hand on her back and she quickly flashed the man an even brighter smile than her companion had

“Thank you for allowing me to ask my questions!” She said before the two of them walked off, waiting until they were out of eye view to slip into an alley. Rae quickly took his hand off her back. Finally allowing herself to cover her face with her hands as warmth rushed to her cheeks “Astarion!”

“What? It worked did it not?” He asked, sounding oh so smug and amused. She had to hold back on punching him “Simply can't be helped that the spouse trick works wonders”

“I hate you so much right now” she whined, peeking out in between her fingers to find Astarion had leaned down to her level, face oh so close to hers

“Now we both know that's not true” He said, his voice low and husky and she froze in place. Her parted mouth thankfully hidden still behind her hands “Come now darling, I thought we were better friends than to lie to one another?”

“I um, I. . .I” Words seemed to fail Rae, her face just getting hotter and hotter until Astarion grinned at her and straightened up chuckling. She just cleared her throat and gestured to the direction of their inn “Home yes?”

“Lead the way dear” He said, still looking oh so proud of himself before following her as she led the way back to the inn.

Pushing open the front door, Rae spotted Karlach and Shadowheart first, the two of them sitting at one of the tables in the large main room that doubled as both the entry way and food area talking quietly but who both gave them waves once the door shut behind them

“Oh darlings we're home~” Astarion called out, causing a loud laugh from the tiefling

“We were going to send out a search party! You both have been gone for hours” Karlach said, giving them both a grin

“We got mmm distracted” Astarion said, glancing at Rae who gave a small nod

“We did, if you'll excuse me” Rae said before quickly hurrying upstairs, making a beeline to her room. Missing Shadowheart accusing Astarion of doing something as she did so.

The minute the door shut behind her, she fell against it. Hand pressed to her thumping heart as she re-ran the previous 20 minutes over and over again in her mind, gods she needed a break. Maybe a bath, just a rest to herself perhaps. Astarion truly was going to be the death of her.

She walked over to the small bowl of water she had in her room and splashed her face, staring at herself in the mirror. Her blush had since faded but her face still felt hot.

Rae lost track of time, just standing there, staring at herself in the mirror. Only coming to when there was a knock on the door, by that time, the moon's rays were beginning to creep in through the window, night had fallen while she had been zoned out.

Hurrying to the door as her stomach abruptly growled, she opened it to find no one there. She poked her head out, looked left, looked right but the hallway was clear. . .then she looked down at her feet.

And there sat the brown knapsack that Astarion had been using when he had left the store, with a curious headtilt, she picked the bag up and emptied it out on her bed. Wrapped chocolate and sweets, caramels and fudges fell onto the mattress and collided together, the knapsack was filled to the brim of it all and it made quite the pile.

She was surprised at the amount, she hadn't expected the white haired rogue of the group to be bothered grabbing much but she found herself touched at the gesture none the less.

With a mental note to quietly thank him later, she put everything into her food rations pack, barely being able to fit it all before shoving the extra knapsack under her bed, you never knew when you'd need an extra bag, before heading out to see if dinner was available.

Even with Astarion teasing her, today had been a wonderful day. A small rest day she had most certainly needed.

Spotting the group huddled around one table with Panae and Wyll standing at the front of it, she took a deep breath and steeled herself before heading over. Spotting Astarion moving a chair next to him, she went and sat, mumbling a quiet 'thank you' before Panae cleared her throat and started going through the plan her and Wyll had come up with.

It was game time.

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A Moment Among The Flowers (Chapter 1)

On a rare quiet day after arriving in Baldur's Gate proper, Rae was wandering around the city. Plans needed laid out, their group needed to figure out a to do list, a priority list even. Meeva'Rae had left that to Wyll and Panae, trusting them both to make the right choices while quietly requesting that they did not leave Cazador too late.

She had pointedly ignored the look of pity from Wyll, focusing instead on Panae's understanding and promises they'd get it done as soon as they could manage to find some more holy oil and more divine spells. This had earned the druid a quick hug before the deep gnome had hurried from the inn they'd taken to bunking down in.

She let her feet guide her everywhere, following sights and sounds, smells all exciting and new. She wanted to get a proper look at the city around them, the city that the final stand would take place in. Wanted to truly see what they were fighting for. The small food stands, the hidden away corners and shops, the shared family homes, the children running through the streets laughing. The inns and taverns, bars and brothel houses. All teaming with life.

Life they needed to protect.

Instead of a weight settling, insistent on dragging her down, it all just made her stand straighter, the snarling anger in her chest swirling, determined. They WOULD save these people, she refused to accept anything less. They'd taken down a chosen of a god, had already had many matches of wit and words against Orin, started to spread whispers against Gortash among the criminal underground thanks to her and Astarion's keen eyes and ears for symbols and whispered code words.

In that regard Baldur's Gate was just like the Underdark's communities, there were always scratched in symbols in places you'd least expect them, thieves' can't etched behind or into bar tops or back tables. . .

Her head flashed back to being in a forest camp, sitting with Astarion while he impatiently at first talked her through it, borrowing some ink and paper to get the symbols and words, such as they really weren't, down. He'd become more and more patient with her as time went on, possibly due to her picking it up relatively quick or maybe he'd been growing to like her even then.

After the tiefling party ,she would had explained it away as the former but they had relaxed back into an easy friendship and she didn't take his snapping to heart anymore. The more she learned about him, the more she just wanted to protect him. Even if she had not been madly in love with him, he still would have been one of her people. She protected her people. She had died for her people. She probably would do so again.

Speaking of such a white-haired elf. She caught a glimpse of white hair through a gate and turned in that direction, without her clanky armour, she was quiet, stealthy even. She slipped through the gate silently and carefully and spotted him further down the path. Sitting on a stone bench.

She closed the gate behind her and started to walk over, seeing a garden blooming on either side of her, full of so many different types of flowers. The air was sweet and floral and a smile soon found its way onto her lips.

While she had loved the shadow cursed lands under that infernal spell, she had always loved gloomy places, above ground flowers were soon becoming her favourite things. There were so many different types, all with meanings! Which she found fascinating.

“We had wondered where you managed to slip off to this morning” Rae said quietly, catching Astarion's attention before she past in front of him and joined him on his bench

“Yes well the rabble does tend to get quite loud in the morning, our dear Karlach especially” He said with an exaggerated eye roll and she giggled, hitting him gently with the back of her hand

“Karlach is a delight and you cannot resist her puppy energy, do not give me that Star” she said and he merely playfully 'hmph'd at her causing her to just giggle more. Soon the two just sat in silence, Rae's attention soon being drawn to a nearby patch of flowers. The shape reminded her of the corpse roses that she had found for a particular poison that Panae had agreed to help her make. But they looked different? There was no pale petals with dark veins, no grey stems. What were they called? She wondered.

“What's caught your attention my dear?” came the voice that startled her back to reality and she turned to look and found Astarion looking at her with an amused expression. She coughed, feeling her face heating up and just silently pointed the flowers out. His gaze followed her finger and his amusement turned into understanding “I see you have spotted the Roses”

“So. . .Rose is a flower type?” She asked, tilting her head slightly and he nodded “Okay, do you know any of the others?”

“Of course” he answered and leaned forward slightly, using a finger to point out all of the flowers in the garden near them, one by one, listing names and explaining what colours they came in as she gave him her full attention. Her eyes locked on the flower he was describing before flicking to the next.

Completely missing his occasional glance at her and the small smile that appeared on his face for a brief moment.

After making their way through all the flowers nearby, he stood and gestured for her to follow before setting down the path. Rae, to no one's surprise followed and he started up again. Talking about every flower they past.

They got halfway down the path before a familiar scent tickled her nose and she followed it to their right. Crouching down and sniffing. The patch in front of her was full of vibrant purple blooms, bunched together in clusters, the centres bursting like some of the fire works she'd seen years ago at a travelling show, their lovely but again familiar fragrance heavy in the air around them.

“These smell like you” She announced, looking at Astarion as he stared at her, mouth parted stunned, fangs slightly revealed for just a moment before he recovered with a chuckle.

“Of course darling, Bergamots help cover the scent of undead”

“That would make sense” She said quietly, staring back at the flowers for a moment before she stood back up “It's much better than that awful scent mixture the Gur man we met had on, that wasn't for hiding undead so much as for hiding him however”

“He could have used some sprucing up, maybe some orange zest?” Astarion suggested and she giggled, nodding in agreement before they set off down the path again.

“What would your favourite flower be?” She asked him and he tapped at his chin as he thought

“I am unsure” he admitted after a moment, glancing down at her “There was a flower I quite liked the look of before I was turned, I was dealing with a Shou woman, human, the details of our discussion were quite boring if I remember right but she had a gorgeous flower design on a headpiece she was wearing. A lotus I believe, doesn't quite take top spot but beautiful none the less. And you my dear?”

Rae seemed surprised to have the question turned on her, the deep gnome floundering for a moment

“I don't know either, I liked the Sussur blooms that we found in the Underdark, they were pretty but I don't know if I would call them my favourite?” She answered slowly, taking her time to think about her words

“And above ground?” he prompted and she pressed her lips together thinking

“I think I liked the Camellia? That you showed me? The light pinks ones I think were my favourite” she answered

“They do suit you” He said with a flash of a grin and she blushed, coughing slightly “A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman”

“You are laying it on quite thick there” She said, poking him gently in the leg before setting back down the path. Hearing him laugh, a deep loud thing as he followed. They both knew of her feelings for him and while she trusted him with them. He never could stop himself from giving honeyed words, she was never sure he meant them.

“Well they can't all be winners now can they?”

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Chutan Fireswill and memories

BG3 Act One Spoilers~ Mild but existing! My lil deep gnome has a lot of feelings, angsty angsty feelings.

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Meeva'rae sat by the water, listening to the soft almost breathing of the water as it hit the shore and retreated again. Her body felt warm, a stark contrast to the cold air around her, a bottle of Chultan fireswill in her hand. She'd stolen it from the camp supplies when she was sure no one would notice it.

They'd drunk most of their alcohol a few days prior with a massive celebration for the tieflings they've saved, that had filled her with warmth, a lightness she couldn't quite describe and a sadness that was haunting her even now. She was sure that it would not be missed.

Rae had sat on her bedroll, watching her friends talk amongst themselves and the refugees, a fake contented smile on her face. After being rejected by Astarion, prior all too familiar feelings slammed into her gut. Even after laughing drunkenly with Hera, Gale and Wyll, tripping over her own feet as she attempted to dance to a very drunken bard's song.

It had lessened the pain but the feeling she didn't belong still festered. It felt like her heart was being squeezed by an invisible entity, a hand thrust into her chest through her skin. Being called ignorant by one of her own kind had made her sad but she had bounced back, this? This was sticking.

And they would be going through the Underdark.

She'd acted so excited to go home, to get away from the sun's oppressive brightness but she was terrified.

That whole place held so much for her, it had been the only place she'd known. It had been the only place she'd known.

Being above ground had been like a breath of fresh air, Panae meeting her, scared on the mind-flayers ship and still bringing her along, keeping her alive, being her friend. Then had come Lae'zel who she understood but it was unpleasant, like staring into a mirror of what she could have been, then Shadowheart who she seemed to be getting along with, much to her amusement and Hera's groaning. Astarion trying to kill her but then building up what she thought was a fun rapport.

Gale, Wyll, Withers and Karlach.

She had been determined for them all to like her. Had wanted more than just being tolerated.

She took another swig, even as her nose hairs felt like they were burning, a heavy spicy burn hitting the back of her throat. Heavenly compared to some of the swill she used to steal for a quick buck. Not a lot left however, a shame. She really didn't want to piss anyone off by stealing some of the wine or rum they had laying around and drinking that tonight.

“Never take what will be missed, never swipe what can be traced back” She muttered, her father's feverish hiss echoing in her head. Her heart ached more at the sound, she still remembered his face, kind eyes she had inherited, dark grey skin, a scar on his right cheek, mess of wild black hair her mother had laughed would never be tamed.

Soon long she found tears gathering in her eyes, a thick lump in her throat. Remembering her family was never a good affair, even trying to remember the good moments flashed screams, sickly whispers and so many nights of tears through her mind.

She missed them both so dearly, wishing she'd had the magic cure for death as a youth.

Rae could see them in her mind's eye. Sitting where she was sat, together. Huddled under a purple blanket, an astrology book of some kind in their laps, quiet whispers and pointing, playful arguments that just faded into contented quiet.

“And that is enough alcohol for the evening” She whispered, brushing her tears away and shaking her head, trying to shake the memories from her brain. Rae got up, wobbling slightly before closing her eyes, and steadying herself. She made her way to pour the last few drops of the bottle out. Watching the dark liquid wash downstream before crouching down and refilling it with water, waste not want not.

The words taking on the voice of a certain rogue for a moment.

Biting down on her tongue, she quietly snuck back to her bedroll. Noting that Astarion's was empty with a soft mental sigh before putting the bottle down next to her roll, her hair already in a loose braid from an earlier sleep attempt. She crawled under the top layer, settling into the soft sheep wool as she pulled it tight around her. Closing her eyes as she hoped for a peaceful rest and a fast adventure tomorrow to distract her.

The morning could not come fast enough.

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