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Erend jokes. Drinks. Plays Machine Strike. Bickers with Zo.
He does everything Erend is supposed to do, so nobody notices what happened to him.
He forces himself not to think about that night, but it rarely works. And then memories crowd his mind and all Erend can focus on is ale with a bitter aftertaste and someone appearing in his room at the inn and hands roaming his body, violating him…
It takes all his effort to keep his emotions bottled up so his allies don’t notice. So, Erend plasters a false smile on his face and pretends he’s okay.