Jacob/Astarion/Rosita

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It takes him about two minutes to both scout the place and find a river to sit beside, just like he said he would. He doesn't get out the fishing pole or anything too quick, but he does put Mae on alert, just in case.

He's going to give them a few minutes. Just like he said. Just like they talked about. He's not going to worry until that time has passed because they said they would come and he trusts them more than he trusts any other person.

Right now, he's wants to sit in the wind, the actual wind, and listen to the water, the real fucking water, babble by. He wants to bask in the outdoors and let Mae take over just a little bit of the guarding.

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[handleyourshit]

She's not sure how many minutes it actually is before she looks around and registers trees and grass and a stream instead of her home in Alexandria - her cabin on the Barge. She's still finding it a bit hard to breathe leaving Astarion behind - even knowing he can handle himself, even knowing he'll be along shortly, even knowing he agreed to this, it still feels like willingly abandoning him and it breaks her heart in a very specific, very intimate way, but she still does it. It needs done, so she does it.

She's able to prepare for that. She has a harder time preparing for the unexpectedly harsh slap of actually doing it, and for a moment she just focuses on breathing, focuses on striding over to the tree line out of an instinctive need for cover.

She's supposed to meet Jacob, she remembers when she can think straight again. She was supposed to be brought here to meet Jacob. She straightens to look around, finally, and after a moment sends up the whistle that she's used before to tell him she's here, she's looking for him.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Mae's ears go up and Jacob stands immediately, hand going to his waist to grab the knife he knows is there.

But that whistle is familiar, directly so, and he nearly collapses in relief. Instead, he sends an answering call of a whistle and presses forward, bags across his shoulders, trying not to rush. He makes noise across the trail back to her, deliberately avoiding trying to sneak.