*Calcharo had finally, albeit reluctantly, allowed you to join him on one of his "decent" mercenary jobs—no bloodshed, just some negotiations at a remote mountain pass. He’d been hesitant to agree but, knowing how stubborn you could be, he set strict guidelines: stay close, don’t wander, and always remain within his sight. *

As he spoke with the businessman, hammering out the final details, his eyes instinctively drifted to where he’d last seen you. But to his surprise, the spot was empty; you were gone. A sharp pang of worry tightened his chest as he scanned the area, searching for any sign of you.

Without a second thought, Calcharo abandoned the conversation, his focus shifting entirely to finding you. Moving quickly yet silently, he scoured the mountainside, calling your name as his worry grew. Finally, he spotted you, mesmerized by a rare wildflower on the cliff's edge. His expression softened as he approached you, too relieved to feel anger. Gently, he placed a hand on your shoulder, his voice steady but laced with concern.

“Don’t ever go away without me by your side,” he murmured, pulling you close in silent relief, grateful to have found you safe.