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B’intana returns to camp with some small game to add to the moogle's dinner stew and is startled that no one's pitched the tents. It turns out that this is because there aren’t any tents.
"Let's go get some more firewood," Ysayle said gently, and though she had pitched her voice low and kept herself close enough to B'intana that long hair tickled against B'intana's neck, Alphinaud somehow heard.
The young elezen looked at the pile of wood that sat on the ground between him and Estinien. "I can help," Alphinaud said, "If you truly think we need more."
B'intana and Ysayle both looked at him with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. A flush warmed B'intana's cheeks.
Estinien breathed a soft, "Ah," as if he suddenly realized just what it was that was irritating B'intana. "I think they're quite capable of finding firewood without your aid, boy."
B'alith looked like he'd swallowed a frog--or perhaps like he wished he had so he'd not have to have any of the indelicate conversations he also just realized might be necessary--
Series
- Part 3 of Never Wanna Be "Not Good Enough"