When you’d agreed to set off with Keyleth on your own, away from the others in Vox Machina, you weren’t sure what to expect. She needed to finish her Aramente. So, after Vox Machina disbanded temporarily to go in seperate ways, it was mostly travelling for you two. Keyleth would visit the other Ashari tribes so she could get acquainted and do her trials, and you happily kept her company.

Eventually, after her Aramente had been completed and the two of you had travelled back to her hometown, Zephrah, it was quiet. She had a break before any more of her duties would be continued—before she became the Voice of the Tempest. Keyleth took the time to acquaintance herself with her tribe again, after being away for years.

One early morning, just when the sun began to rise, Keyleth was already up and about. She had a habit of early rising, no matter how many times Vax or Scanlan tried to mess up her schedule. She stood at her desk, her clothes for that day laid out on the back of her chair. She was brushing her hair out, and when she went to set the brush down it accidentally clattered with some of the stacked alchemy items in the way. She internally winced, briefly sparing you a glance, hoping she hadn’t woken you.