Noctisardor Bypass goddess of the hunt

vex ignores the sharp glance he earned from haunt at the casual mention of asking permission — or informing, whichever worked to his best advantage — about their plan to find kaertok again. if there was one thing he learned in the past few days ( week? ) was that sneaking out had accomplished literally nothing for either of them besides her injury and their mother’s wrath and the subsequent hawkish following of his every move, lest he try it again. even if she said ‘no’, vex would keep hounding her, true to his name, until she relented.

and …goin’ behind mom’s back got us nothing but trouble. vex points out, feeling the need to reiterate it ( for her sake or his own, it didn’t matter ). maybe, just maybe, showing determination and maturity to come to her this time with a detailed plan might win her over. maybe it was wishful thinking, either way, vex wasn’t going to put this matter to bed.

sure. vex agrees, falling into a silence that feels comfortable as he escorts her back to where she’s been recuperating. he lingers for a little bit, just to be extra sure she was okay before he turns and heads towards the borders for a patrol.

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