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The plink of the nail in the candle marking the end of Percy’s watch is loud in the quiet. Silently, he gets up, skirting around the banked campfire, the embers glimmering softly. He can see a very little distance from the fire, but not much more. Thankfully he has a good enough idea of where everybody has bedded down for the night to wake Grog for his turn at watch.

Percy’s about ready to get into his bedroll when Vex turns over and mutters in her sleep. He can’t make out what she says, but the tone is discontent. Upon getting closer, he sees that she’s thrown off her blanket. She’ll be cold in the morning, sleeping like that.

As gently as he can, he pulls it back, settling it over her shoulders. Impulsively, he presses a kiss to her forehead, soft and quick.

“Sleep well. Dream of good things,” he whispers. She makes a contented noise, her breathing becoming slow and even. He goes back to his sleeping spot and curls up in his blankets, thinking no more of it.

The sun rises and everybody wakes up, attending to their morning necessities. He’s at a nearby stream washing up when he hears somebody approach. It’s Vex, tying off the end of her braid with practiced ease.

“Good morning,” he says. “Did you sleep all right?”

“I had a dream,” she says.


She smiles, and he feels a bit like when she’s sizing up a target. “You were in it. You kissed me on the forehead.”

He takes a deep breath. “Well. That may have actually happened.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Obviously there’s only one way to remedy this.”

“Anything you want,” he says, grateful his voice is steady.

Vex approaches him, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. She tastes like mint and something else he can’t identify, wild and green and sharp. Before he can try and chase it further, she breaks away. Her cheeks are bright.

“I would consider us even now. Do you?” There’s an ever so slight quaver in her voice, and he tamps down the urge to kiss her again. This is not the time, or the place.

“Yes, quite.”

“Good.” She turns to walk back towards the camp, but stops, looking over her shoulder. “In the future, all you have to do is ask.”

“That is certainly something I will keep in mind,” he replies. He can hear her answering laugh in the distance, and follows it back to the others.