Night Sky was silent for a moment. "Yeah, a little. Talked to him a few times." She was more into his sister, if she was honest, but maybe now wasn't the correct time to say that. "Did something happen with him? Is he here?"
"He is, but..." Keyleth heaved a sigh and stretched her legs back out, restless and fidgety. "It's not--he's not my Vax. There's so much he doesn't know because it hasn't happened for him yet. He doesn't remember the Feywilds. He doesn't know he's gonna die. I don't, I don't even think he and I are together at the time he's from. And I don't know how to talk to him. Or if I even should."
She heaved a sigh and hauled herself to her feet to pace, dragging her hair over her shoulder to twist a thick lock of it between her hands. "Or if I even want to. And then I just feel terrible for all of it, because I should. I should want all the time I can get with him but I just, we went through so much. And I don't know if I have it in me to go through it again. What's wrong with me?"
Night Sky watched her intently but did not move from her position on the ground even when Keyleth stood and started to pace. It sounded... familiar, almost, only Night Sky had been on the opposite side. Aymeric knew some version of her from before, the version he married and adored. Their situation had worked out well, at least.
"Nothings wrong with you, Keyleth." She assured her. "I can't imagine what you're going through, but it's not like you're a bad person for not wanting to do it all again. It's like starting over — and can you even really do that when you know the outcome?"
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"He is, but..." Keyleth heaved a sigh and stretched her legs back out, restless and fidgety. "It's not--he's not my Vax. There's so much he doesn't know because it hasn't happened for him yet. He doesn't remember the Feywilds. He doesn't know he's gonna die. I don't, I don't even think he and I are together at the time he's from. And I don't know how to talk to him. Or if I even should."
She heaved a sigh and hauled herself to her feet to pace, dragging her hair over her shoulder to twist a thick lock of it between her hands. "Or if I even want to. And then I just feel terrible for all of it, because I should. I should want all the time I can get with him but I just, we went through so much. And I don't know if I have it in me to go through it again. What's wrong with me?"
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"Nothings wrong with you, Keyleth." She assured her. "I can't imagine what you're going through, but it's not like you're a bad person for not wanting to do it all again. It's like starting over — and can you even really do that when you know the outcome?"