Rafe had spent the last hour with you, trying to convince you that you should come with him and his dad to save the gold. He was practically begging at this point, still gentle but firm with his points.

He walked around your room for the last time, touching random objects that he could find just because he could. Albeit, he quickly came back over to where you sat on the bed when those 4 words left your mouth.

i’ll come with you.

The words were like heaven, his moose’s instantly lightening, even if it was just the slightest.

“You know i’ll take care of you, alright?” he said firmly, his voice soft. “I always do”