We're pretty good at managing terrible situations.

[ Isn't that what the last six or so months of their lives been? One big terrible situation. They managed it, often by the skin of their teeth. It's a habit, she thinks, that they fell into a long time ago, a habit that will likely never go away. Vox Machina are survivors if nothing else, assholes determine to survive as long as they can, gods and fates be damned.

Vex sinks a little lower into the water, watching as he removes the jacket, water sticking the shirt underneath to his chest. A view she appreciates, lips curving into a familiar smile.

Did I miss anything?

It falters at the question, eyes widening as the question sinks into her mind.

Was I gone long?

Vex breathes in, dropping her gaze to the surface of the water. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? After their conversation on the boats she knew he would ask, seek out more than what she gave him. It's only fair, of course, that she tells him all she knows. ]

About a day. [ Her gaze goes back to him. ] We needed rest, after the battle we were all exhausted and... [ Emotional. ] We made a blanket fort in the mansion with you, which is a little morbid saying it out loud. But Keyleth made little fireflies so it was a kinda cute.

[ Not that many of them noticed it, wrapped up in their own misery. ]

We took you home that morning and immediately went to Pike.