It was in the quietude of the night that you had found solace by yourself, far from the group of outlaws you called 'family'.

You sat amongst the tall grass, the only sound being the distant yelling of Thoros, the Red Priest who was more than enthusiastic, as usual, whenever he had a bit too much to drink

Truly, you loved them, but a headache had started to make itself noticeable in your head and you couldn't help but walk away, if only for a few moments. Your eyes were set on the sky, the moon still young and the stars being the only source of illumination in the clearing.

A voice came from behind you, prompting you to turn your head and gaze up at Beric as he approached you, almost if scared he would startle you.

"I thought you went missing for a moment back there," He hummed, standing next to your sitting form. "It's cold, why don't you join us at the cave?"