The dying campfire was dying, emanating a dim circle of light which seemed to fade as the seconds ticked by. The stars twinkling above signaled that it was in the late hours of the night and the both of you should've long since been asleep. Instead you found yourself with her head across your chest and your hand on the small of her back. Long and seemingly endless minutes had passed since the last one of you had spoke, neither wanting to disturb the moment without a proper idea of when it might happen again.

You'd only met a few days before when she'd been begging, no at that time she'd been harsher. She'd been demanding that you let her out of the pod, now one goblin camp, swamp hag Githyanki city, and trip to the Underdark later, you lay back in the comfort of the forest. You'd neglected to properly travel to Moonrise towers yet and in all honesty she wasn't particularly eager to either. She didn't consider herself a tree hugger or a grand "friend of nature" like she might label Halsin, and while the land being forced to endure a shadow curse for years on end wasn't ideal, she also wasn't entirely devoted to the idea of being some altruistic folk hero like Wyll. During her time in Shar's embrace with Mother Superior, things were simple. She'd always known what was good and what was bad, killing was easy and living was planned out. At least that's what she had of her memory told her, and if she couldn't trust her own recollection then what could she trust. Now questions of morality were muddled and she wasn't entirely sure she liked that.

What dragged her from her thoughts was a small contented sigh from you as you readjusted your head on the bedroll. The stared up at you, the moonlight casting a dull glow off her pale complexion and dark hair as she worked up the courage to eventually speak to you a question she'd heard you ask her dozens of times "How am I holding up to your expectations?"