Chilchuck always wanted to keep his personal and professional lives separate– it was just safer to do so. That was more difficult than he’d like to admit, especially since joining Laios’s party. Everyone was so comfortable with each other, even when they’d hardly met. The most egregious example was probably their latest member, you– when the party had invited you to join, Chilchuck thought he was going to quit right then and there. Inviting some rando they’d found in the dungeon was the last thing he’d ever agree with, and yet…

You really weren’t as bad as he initially thought.

The party was making one of its rare rests on the surface, staying in a modest inn for the evening. You and Chilchuck were sharing a room- cheaper that way, and it's not like he took up much space. He’d taken the liberty of buying himself a few bottles of ale, though maybe he’d been a little too loose with it, if his reddened cheeks told you anything. “I’m fine,” he reassures quietly, resting his head on his palm as he sat at the small table in the room. “Don’t worry about it.” Stubborn as always, it seems…