She thinks he must enjoy teasing her like this, or why continuously find ways to make her fluster with his flirtation? What were once pick-up lines that she ignored or was oblivious to, are now little compliments - non-verbal though they are - that travel down her spine all tingly.
She huffs at him in mock outrage at his wink, and with a roll of her eyes she picks up the pace and joins Gale by the camp fire.
It takes about an hour to turn the random bits and bobs of edible foodstuffs into a meal that can replenish everyone's energy. Halsin offers goodberries, but somehow a single berry is less appealing than a bowl-full of what might be potato stew. Gale is a magnificent cook - it's quite impressive! Hermione would be eating stale bread by now if not lucky enough to have the Wizard of Waterdeep gracing them with cooked meals on the nightly.
One hour later, everyone settles down for a meal, though she notes with some sadness that there are some companions to choose to take it alone in their own tents (Wyll being one of them, and then Lae'Zel). She chooses to check up on them, before they have a chance to sleep, and make sure they're well - emotionally. It's a difficult place, the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and she can understand that it weighs in on people. What she doesn't expect is for Lae'Zel to admit that she is worried about Shadowheart - but it solves the question of who is coming out tomorrow with her.
Halsin gets a visit as well, if only so she can see how Thaniel is doing - with a heavy heart, she learns the work is not yet fully done. The curse isn't lifted just because Thaniel is healed. Ketheric Thorm will have to be killed - the request to infiltrate Moonrise Towers is now less of a find out more about the Absolute and more of an assassination plot on top.
With all these things on her mind, it's no wonder she is wide awake, lingering by the camp fire even as the others turn in for the night. She starts putting out the fire, when she catches Astarion's tent flap opening from the corner of her eyes, and her heart jumps in her throat.
Oh. Yes. They were going to sneak away together. Carve some time for themselves to... Weave knows. At the moment, she is more in need of a hug than to get laid, and since they're the last ones awake, she doesn't hold back on showing that vulnerability on her open face. She stands up from the fire, dusting her hands on her robes, and looks at him for a moment, before walking up to him. He is much taller - most elves are, in comparison - so she is very much looking up to him. Heart on her sleeve, first bite is free.
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She huffs at him in mock outrage at his wink, and with a roll of her eyes she picks up the pace and joins Gale by the camp fire.
It takes about an hour to turn the random bits and bobs of edible foodstuffs into a meal that can replenish everyone's energy. Halsin offers goodberries, but somehow a single berry is less appealing than a bowl-full of what might be potato stew. Gale is a magnificent cook - it's quite impressive! Hermione would be eating stale bread by now if not lucky enough to have the Wizard of Waterdeep gracing them with cooked meals on the nightly.
One hour later, everyone settles down for a meal, though she notes with some sadness that there are some companions to choose to take it alone in their own tents (Wyll being one of them, and then Lae'Zel). She chooses to check up on them, before they have a chance to sleep, and make sure they're well - emotionally. It's a difficult place, the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and she can understand that it weighs in on people. What she doesn't expect is for Lae'Zel to admit that she is worried about Shadowheart - but it solves the question of who is coming out tomorrow with her.
Halsin gets a visit as well, if only so she can see how Thaniel is doing - with a heavy heart, she learns the work is not yet fully done. The curse isn't lifted just because Thaniel is healed. Ketheric Thorm will have to be killed - the request to infiltrate Moonrise Towers is now less of a find out more about the Absolute and more of an assassination plot on top.
With all these things on her mind, it's no wonder she is wide awake, lingering by the camp fire even as the others turn in for the night. She starts putting out the fire, when she catches Astarion's tent flap opening from the corner of her eyes, and her heart jumps in her throat.
Oh. Yes. They were going to sneak away together. Carve some time for themselves to... Weave knows. At the moment, she is more in need of a hug than to get laid, and since they're the last ones awake, she doesn't hold back on showing that vulnerability on her open face. She stands up from the fire, dusting her hands on her robes, and looks at him for a moment, before walking up to him. He is much taller - most elves are, in comparison - so she is very much looking up to him. Heart on her sleeve, first bite is free.
"Are you opposed to hugging?"