Getting a chance to wind down at Scanlan’s Chateau was a relief to everybody within Vox Machina. They’d just defeated the third dragon in the Chroma Conclave and passed through the city of Dis, a break was well deserved. However, Keyleth had more on her mind than just the Conclave and their trip to the Hells. She was having.. relationship? Issues with the person she’d been crushing on for months. She wasn’t even sure if she could call it relationship issues, considering.. they’d never gotten together. The two knew about each others feelings, it was clear it had been reciprocated, shit, they’d kissed. Yet, it was still a rocky, uncharted terrain, and she felt like she was being…deceived, betrayed, maybe. She wasn’t sure how to put it into words. She hasn’t had much of an actual relationship, always too focused on her studies back home or her Aramante. But now that the opportunity had presented itself, it was an odd feeling. Hardly a pleasant one, either.

Keyleth was currently stood in her bedroom at the Chateau, customised for her, if that was clear by the greens walls and the plants and vines scattered around the room. She was stood next to her bed, beginning to turn in for the night despite everybody’s heightened moods. She could hear the laughter and the chatter (and Grog being himself, which tended to include destroying things) through the closed wooden door. She let out a tiny as she began to take off her antler circlet, setting it onto the nightstand when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she called, running a hand through her now slightly mussed hair.