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 will spend the rest of her life worrying about Astarion Ancunín, she thinks as she lets him step back from her. From them. She stays where she is, dropping her hands to her sides and then smoothing her palms down her thighs even though they're already dry.

She squeezes Jacob's arm, then looks around for where she dropped her pack. It's not far from them and she goes to scoop it up.

"We have time. I think that's probably going to be the trick: remembering that."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob looks between the two of them as the rest of the world tunnels down to nothing except them. He has made his life about them, about this, because it's his choice.

And he will do his best to fix it.

"Come on. There was a good place up the river, across a bridge. Looked protected against the hill and rocks."

He reaches for Astarion's hand almost instinctively, trying to ground himself in this moment.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I'll follow you. You seem to have the lie of the land. Aylin, darling-"

He makes a little tutting sound which seems to be understood as a cat-summoning noise.

"Will you be joining us, darling, or will you be embracing life as a wild animal?"

"Miaow."

"I couldn't agree more. You're exactly the right size to be eaten by an owlbear."

She submits to being gathered into his arms.