You can thank me when you get back, crosses her mind but is discarded as too harsh, too... emotionally involved as a response. It's an interesting balancing act, sometimes, having feelings for someone who she's certain doesn't have feelings for her, and might resent her if she confessed her own.
Instead she nods, once, a small smile on her lips.
"I know you'll be careful." Because there's a lot on his shoulders, she imagines. People here who depend on him, who expect him to survive. "But I crafted some potions for you, just in case." They're in a bag at her feet, which she nudges in his direction with her toes. "There's healing potions, obviously, but a few offensive grenades as well."
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You can thank me when you get back, crosses her mind but is discarded as too harsh, too... emotionally involved as a response. It's an interesting balancing act, sometimes, having feelings for someone who she's certain doesn't have feelings for her, and might resent her if she confessed her own.
Instead she nods, once, a small smile on her lips.
"I know you'll be careful." Because there's a lot on his shoulders, she imagines. People here who depend on him, who expect him to survive. "But I crafted some potions for you, just in case." They're in a bag at her feet, which she nudges in his direction with her toes. "There's healing potions, obviously, but a few offensive grenades as well."