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It was dark and cold. And then he woke up. He turned as he felt the warm but trembling hand of his half-elf. His Vex. He licked it in gratitude, asking her what’s wrong.
He could see the tears that haven’t yet dried on her cheeks. His half-elf was a mess. He turned around looking for the source of anguish of his Vex, no enemies in sight.
Vex patted him and then moved away. Her gaze followed the path to the white-haired man - the one that always respected him and talked to him. His Vex’s Percy. The one she called dear, and darling, the same loving words she reserved for him, Trinket.
She was really a mess. Even if it weren’t him, and if it weren’t his Vex, it was obvious.
His Vex’s Percy was on the ground, unmoving. She was crying for him.
For a moment, Trinket didn’t understand. Why didn’t Keyleth, the gentle one do her warm magic to help him? Or his own Vex, for that matter? It didn’t make sense. They always made Trinket feel better and brought him out of the darkness.
Vex was pale and quiet, speaking only when needed. Her warm voice was void of the lush of life he was used to hearing. instead, it was coated in despair and pain.
He wanted to help her, comfort her. But she didn’t hear him, see him, feel him. Her grief was too strong.
She pt him back into the space next to her heart that she now always used to help him travel. And she didn’t talk to him.
Distant, cold, broken. Somehow, in his bear heart, he knew she was out of his reach.
If his Vex’s Percy didn’t come back to her, Trinket would lose her, forever.
Deep inside the space next to her heart, a bear roared, resonating with the anguish of his half-elf, with a single wish.
Bring his Vex’s smile back.
Bring his Vex’s Percy back.