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Destiney watched Nozomi with curious eyes. Not missing the searching look the Au Ra woman gave their surroundings. The healer moves over towards a nearby tree where her gear was sitting as Nozomi spoke.

“You’re in the Twelveswood of course. Pretty deep in. Hence why I asked if you were in danger. This far in the odds of running across bandits is much higher.” Destiney says calmly as she picks up the long bow and her bag from where they sat. “I grew up in these woods. If you need help getting somewhere, I can get you there. Even if it is just getting unlost so you can get home.”

Destiney turns around back to Nozomi with a warm smile and a hand to her chest as she bows slightly in greeting. “How could I forget. I’m Destiney Delvanguard. You’re welcome to call me Destiney though. I had been taking a break when I heard you moving about in the woods.”

❛ Are you in trouble? ❜

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Destiney’s eyes first went wide in surprise as she halted her steps. Only for a moment before her expression became a worried frown as she looked over the woman who had appeared. She knelt down where the Au Ra woman had slid to a seat against the tree. Her hands reached out but stopped before touching the woman. Hard to resist the urge to be a healer automatically. However she knew better then to touch or help without permission. At least not when an injury wasn’t life threatening.

“I’m a healer. I can help you. Is it alright if I do so?” Destiney asked as she looked towards the Nozomi’s face. “If the arm is broken then it will need set before being healed. I can also check over you and make sure nothing else is injured. But only with your permission.”

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Destiney nods hoping to make this quick to avoid causing the woman any more pain then needed. Her hands were gentle as she placed them on Nozomi’s arm as she closed her eyes. Letting her aether tell her how bad the break was and where she would have to set the bone back to it’s proper placement. It was a like a gentle cooling sensation as she examined the arm in that fashion.

“Sorry.” Destiney grimaced with an apology as she took a good hold of the arm where needed and quickly set the broken bone. Once it was set she let her aether set about repairing the damage done. Removing her hands when she was satisfied the bone would hold up. “I would suggest taking it easy for a little bit and let the rest heal naturally. Maybe a couple of days. Unless you’re in dire enough straits that you need it completely healed now.”

Destiney looked over Nozomi, making sure there were not any other bad wounds in need of treatment. Her head tilted in contained curiosity for a moment before looking around to make sure no one had been hunting the woman she had just healed. “Is there somewhere I can help you get to? Are you in immediate danger? I’m not much of a fighter but if you’re in some kind of trouble, I can help.”

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Destiney’s eyes first went wide in surprise as she halted her steps. Only for a moment before her expression became a worried frown as she looked over the woman who had appeared. She knelt down where the Au Ra woman had slid to a seat against the tree. Her hands reached out but stopped before touching the woman. Hard to resist the urge to be a healer automatically. However she knew better then to touch or help without permission. At least not when an injury wasn’t life threatening.

“I’m a healer. I can help you. Is it alright if I do so?” Destiney asked as she looked towards the Nozomi’s face. “If the arm is broken then it will need set before being healed. I can also check over you and make sure nothing else is injured. But only with your permission.”

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Destiney took notice of that silent tear, simply choosing to lean against him. A silent offer of support and shared sorrow. The person was different yet the pain was similar. She knew all too well the feelings he was talking about. Only for her it wasn’t a sibling but her own father.

“All we can do is believe that they are watching over us and forgive us for being young and foolish. That they realize how much we loved them despite not getting one last chance to tell them.” She fiddled with the edge of a sleeve on her jacket. “And in time… Learn to forgive ourselves.”

“I was so angry with my parents when they sent me to Ishgard so they could join the fighting against the Garleans. I never told either of them that I loved them when I left. My father died in that fighting. For a long time I never forgave myself for it. I blamed myself for it. Yet I know that is not what he would have wanted. It took me a long time to realize it. He would have been ashamed of the things I did but he still would have loved me because that is what family should do.” She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. “Yet at times I still wish I could have that second chance to say it. I wish I could say it gets easier. But no two people handle things exactly the same way. All I can do is offer to be here for you. As someone who understands.”

“She forgave me,” Basteaux says with a frustrated huff of a sigh. “She knew that… she knew that she was dying, so she wrote to me. How cruel to forever have that final word without allowing the other time to respond.” He swipes the back of his hand across this face to dash away the rogue teardrops.

“It’s not precisely my fault she died, and yet… I already have enough blood on my hands, I can’t help but feel responsible for what befell her, as well.” He looks down at his hands: calloused and strong with long, nimble fingers. “I’m sorry to hear of your father,” he adds awkwardly, unsure what else to say. Is there some additional socially acceptable thing to go along with condolences? Still unsure, Bast reaches over to give Destiney’s hair another little ruffle. It’s something he used to do with his little brother, a silent gesture of affection.

More hair ruffles?! Destiney repressed the urge to squeak in surprise as a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Not that she had any intention of asking him not to do so. It was… Nice. She was enjoying the feeling of having someone show her the kind of affection she had always doted on her brother as kids. For once not having to be the bigger sibling.

“Sounds like she knew you loved her. Even if you would never get the chance to say it. At least she had a chance to say goodbye even if it wasn’t in the best way possible. I was glad for that chance with Leon. A chance I never got with my father. Death… Well seven hells Death sucks. No way to put that nicely. We just do what we can to grieve and find a way to push forward. We’ll always miss them though eventually the grief gets a little easier. They wouldn’t want us to mope forever. I know my father wouldn’t want that. Archer or Healer. As long as I’m moving forward, I’m sure he’s happy. I’m sure your sister would want you to be happy too once you’ve had time to mourn her loss.”

Destiney watches with an amused smile as Daisy lightly dances through the air, just barely skimming over the water nearby. “There is more to life then sorrow and pain. All we have to do is find what helps to make our hearts a little bit lighter. The pain a little less wicked. Sometimes it is complex and sometimes it is something simple. It just takes a little time to mourn and then find what makes our hearts crave something better again. Such as a warm sunny meadow filled with the gentle sounds of a harp.”

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He looks up at the question, brow furrowed slightly in confusion at the sudden query. “I assure you, I am quite well thank you. Somewhat weary, but in good health and spirits,” the Ishgardian responds with a smile. “T’is sweet of you to ask.

And what of yourself, my dear?”

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“Ah. I am certainly fine right now.” The healer answered with a warm smile. “Though if you are weary, you should rest. Good health might not last long if you let weary turn into something worse.”

She moves lightly to come to stand before him, looking up at him with curious blue eyes as she tucks a strand of hair behind a pointed ear. “How about tea? Do you like tea? Tea is good for weariness. I know how to make a decent Ishgardian tea if that is what you prefer. I’m not much of a cook but tea is simple enough. Not to mention tea is always good to deal with the cold weather.”

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Destiney took notice of that silent tear, simply choosing to lean against him. A silent offer of support and shared sorrow. The person was different yet the pain was similar. She knew all too well the feelings he was talking about. Only for her it wasn’t a sibling but her own father.

“All we can do is believe that they are watching over us and forgive us for being young and foolish. That they realize how much we loved them despite not getting one last chance to tell them.” She fiddled with the edge of a sleeve on her jacket. “And in time… Learn to forgive ourselves.”

“I was so angry with my parents when they sent me to Ishgard so they could join the fighting against the Garleans. I never told either of them that I loved them when I left. My father died in that fighting. For a long time I never forgave myself for it. I blamed myself for it. Yet I know that is not what he would have wanted. It took me a long time to realize it. He would have been ashamed of the things I did but he still would have loved me because that is what family should do.” She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. “Yet at times I still wish I could have that second chance to say it. I wish I could say it gets easier. But no two people handle things exactly the same way. All I can do is offer to be here for you. As someone who understands.”

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She is not going to squeeble at the adorable Hyur. She is not going to squeeble at the adorable Hyur. Even if the Hyur looks absolutely precious.

“The dangers of training with the sword, hm? Here, stay still. I’ll have you fixed right up.”

She hadn’t even realized she had gotten herself hurt at first. Too focused on what she had been doing. A blink of surprise as she looked down to the crimson streak on her bare side, minor but still a wound. Probably bad idea she had been out training without the armor today.

“Aye. Apparently so today.” Keaira said with a bright smile as she held still. “Thank you very much for being so kind…” She realized she hadn’t asked for a name yet. “I’m Keaira Stark. Pleasure to meet you. What might I call you?”

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Destiney was frustrated to say the least. Not to mention running out of ideas on how to deal with his stubborn streak. Barely a response at all to her words. One very short sentence. Dismissive at that. It was troubling and almost heartbreaking.

“Basteaux… Please.” Her tone was soft and pleading as she looked up at him for several long moments. Finally she lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from him to sit down on the ground. Tucking her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. Daisy flutters over to sit on her shoulder and pats her cheek. “I don’t know what else I can say to you…”

She was trying. She was ‘trying’ in more ways than one, to Basteaux, but as he takes a deep breath of clean air and slowly releases it, his tense shoulders ease. His bow is set on the ground beside her, and a moment later he joins it. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead he spends a long moment listening to the water run by.

“You’re a warm-hearted soul, Destiney,” he finally says. “I’m alone out here for a reason. Whether or not you agree with that reason is irrelevant. It’s a burden I have borne for all the years so far, and was my own choice to undertake. And I would hate to see someone else hurt or killed because of something I did.” Reaching out, he rests one large hand on Destiney’s head and gives her hair a little ruffle.

“Sometimes you remind me of her. My sister. And I’m honestly not sure what to do about it.” He gives her a sidelong look from the corners of his eyes. “What do you think we should do?”

Destiney was caught by surprise when he actually sat down beside her. She had completely expected him to walk off and leave her here. Blue eyes watched him with curiosity, wondering what he was going to do now. Listening quietly as he spoke.

Hair ruffles! Her eyes widened in surprise. She remembered doing such behavior to her brother when they were little. The action had almost made her completely forget the other things he had said right before it. It took a long moment before she could manage to get her brain to cooperate again.

“Maybe you don’t have to do anything about it really.” She smiles softly an gently nudges him with her shoulder. “I don’t want to try and replace her. I’m not asking for you to leave being out here. Or change your way of life. Well not really beyond letting me be your friend. Letting me help you share the burden even just a little bit. Sometimes all it is, is moments like this. Sitting beside one another and sharing in that feeling of not being alone. That someone cares. Not letting your heart be burden so badly like I found you tonight. It helps with healing to have someone there.”

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Destiney was frustrated to say the least. Not to mention running out of ideas on how to deal with his stubborn streak. Barely a response at all to her words. One very short sentence. Dismissive at that. It was troubling and almost heartbreaking.

“Basteaux… Please.” Her tone was soft and pleading as she looked up at him for several long moments. Finally she lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from him to sit down on the ground. Tucking her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. Daisy flutters over to sit on her shoulder and pats her cheek. “I don’t know what else I can say to you…”

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Destiney chewed on her lower lip as he finally admitted to part of what was troubling him. Saying she was sorry for his loss felt hollow. She knew the pain of that kind of loss. How much it hurt. Words seemed hollow in comparison.

There was an urge to hug him but knew he probably wouldn’t welcome the contact. Not that kind of contact. Especially in his current state. Instead she merely walked over to him and tried to lightly put a hand on his arm in a gesture of comfort. “Basteaux… I know words can not make this better… But I understand the feelings. Please don’t let this destroy you. I know we’re two different people. Yet I understand the rage and pain of that kind of loss. I was down that road when my father died to Imperials. Whatever you need right now… I’d like to be there for you.”

Every muscle tenses and Bast shifts slightly to move his arm away from the touch. There is no force in it, no raging strikes or violent brush-off; just a quiet rustle of fabric as he pulls away. “Going on four years,” he says, shaking his head. “I only found out recently. Between that bit of information and Briar, I don’t think–” he breaks off and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub the inner corners of his eyes. “How I feel about it makes no difference. She’s long gone now. The world is the same today as it was yesterday, or last year, or five years past; I already made sure of that when I removed her from my life. I have no right to mourn a loss I already forced once upon myself.”

Inhaling quickly, Basteaux lets the breath out in one short, sharp gust. “I need to stop allowing myself to drink to excess, remind myself of my place in this, and go home. Your offer of comfort is made out of kindness, but it’s more than I deserve.” Self-pity doesn’t weigh his shoulders, he instead glancing down at her with a quiet sort of pained resolve. “Goodnight.”

If Dest had fur she would have bristled like an annoyed cat. Thankfully she didn’t though. Stubborn male. Should just let him walk away. Should just let him be an idiot if that was what he wanted to do. Instead she found herself standing in front of him. All six fulms of sassy healer now that nothing else had worked.

“Basteaux…” She huffed before pulling the book from her waist and bringing it up to bop him lightly on the head, yet hard enough to make a point. “That is -not- a healthy way to deal. She is your sister for Twelves sake. You have every right to mourn her, four years late or not. My brother ran away from us at fifteen. Had I found out he died in the years he shut us out I would have still mourned his pain in the butt anyways. He is family to me just as your sister is family to you regardless of whatever happened between you. You may not think you deserve kindness but you are going to get it anyways because despite what -you- think… I think you do deserve it. That maybe it is long overdue even.”