#camellia smith ☕

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servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 30 - bride

[ no general warnings apply, minus spoilers for ShB and EW ] [ timing: post-EW] [ from a verse written with @fell-court, featuring mentions of lorenza ]

Night had fallen. A blue light settled over the rooms of the cathedral, the moonlight tinted by the stained glass windows, even reaching into the dressing rooms in the Sanctum of the Twelve. Within one such room, Camellia sat seemingly calmly at a vanity, watching as her hair was pinned back with purple wing-like accessories by Cameron.

“...Is it rude of me to say I didn’t know if this day would ever come?” Cameron asked, his voice soft, breaking the silence.

“...Perhaps if I was anyone else. However, I cannot say I expected this to happen either.”

“And yet you were the one to propose.”

Cameron chuckled, taking a brush to straighten Camellia’s hair out. Camellia only gave a soft hum in response.

The day for Camellia to be wed to Lorenza- formally, at least, and not in a quiet and very private setting- had finally arrived. Their pairing was an unusual one, and not only due to the bride being a voidsent princess- but also for the fact that Camellia had always shunned such bonds before. She viewed them as pointless, doomed to fail, and experience had taught her to be wary of others trying to become close to her.

…Yet this bond had formed nonetheless.

It had surprised most that Camellia had been the one to propose. …Truthfully, it had even surprised herself how bold she was. While the two of them had begun courting shortly after the journey to Ishgard, an Eternal Bond was meant to be something much more permanent; a show of devotion that would last lifetimes, symbolized by rings.

Camellia had never been someone certain enough of herself or others to think of such things. But shortly before the journey to the First- after watching the Scions have their souls taken, one by one- she had grown worried of becoming separated and having no way to tie herself to Lorenza, and before she had even fully thought through what she was doing, had begun crafting a ring. …Buying one seemed too impersonal for her tastes, and she wanted to be certain the fit and theme was right.

A ceremony was already held on the First, yes. But this one was a more proper one, with the fate of the world not resting on their shoulders in the process. The Endsinger was defeated, and the temporary ‘disbanding’ of the Scions allowed more room to breathe.

…Well, some things were still pressing, but…

“...Does this make you a princess consort, then?” Cameron asked after a moment.

“I would consider myself more the prince consort type. But… I suppose so, yes. …Although, Cantarella has informed me that Princess Lorenza may not remain princess for certain- the void is ever changing… Regardless, she(?) will ever remain my princess.”

“It’s quite incredible that you refer to her(?) by title even now.”

“Habit, I suppose.” Camellia chuckled, closing her eyes. “...Lorenza. I suppose I have earned the right to refer to her(?) without her(?) title.”

“And yet I have this odd feeling that it won’t stop you,” Cameron remarked, setting the brush down.

“I would argue that my princess has a different meaning to it than to refer to her(?) as your highness,” Camellia responded, opening her eyes to look back at her brother. He smiled in amusement, moving to pick up a white lily resting on the vanity.

“That is true… And you’re much more fond of referring to her(?) as ‘your beloved’ when able to.”

“She(?) is one of the few people to be allowed the privilege. …And I am one of the fortunate few to be allowed to call her(?) that, in turn.”

“Love has made you soft, Lia. It’s a nice thing to see.” Cameron moved to the front of his sister, pinning the lily into her lapel. “...I’d ask if you’re nervous, but you’ve already had a ceremony before. This should be easy, right?”

“Hm. Somehow, the experience has not made it easier,” Camellia responded, rising from the bench to straighten the coat. “...The crowd does not bother me. To have this ceremony in front of others is of no matter. What does affect me is the idea of seeing my princess beside me once more- this time away from the scorching light of the First, and having been able to recover some from that ordeal.”

“Ah- you’re worried you’ll find her(?) too beautiful to speak.”

Camellia cleared her throat, looking away from Cameron. He smiled, shaking his head as he stepped back.

“...Truly, Lia. I don’t think most would believe anyone is capable of affecting you so greatly.”

“...Then they would be wrong.”

“They would, but you’ll be fine, alright? …I’ll be there beside you. And I think her(?) highness would think it’s quite endearing if you ended up unable to say a word…”

“Cameron,” Camellia said, her tone one of warning. Knowing the warning wasn’t one of any real consequence, though, Cameron laughed, smiling brightly.

“Camellia,” he playfully responded. “I’m right! …But you’ve practiced this enough times by yourself. You’ll be fine, really.”

The sound of a bell chiming rang throughout the room, and Cameron glanced over at the doors in surprise.

“Ah!” he exclaimed. “That must be time.”

Gaining no response, Cameron looked back over to his sister who was staring at the doors in silence. He gave a soft sigh, reaching out to take her gloved hand in his own and squeeze it reassuringly.

“...Come on. Your bride is waiting for you. And you wouldn’t want to keep a princess waiting, would you?”

Camellia hesitated before finally giving a nod, taking a deep breath to steady herself. …She knew it was unlike her to act so uncertain, but… Lorenza had a way of making her uncertain. Never in a harmful way, but she was always too mindful of her every word and action in her(?) presence- afraid of making a fool of herself, perhaps.

…But she also knew that she(?) would never judge Camellia for such blunders. And this was hardly their first ceremony; it was simply… One in which both were in more comfortable states. And in Camellia’s opinion, a far more beautiful state, considering the way Lorenza’s wings had finally begun growing out again.

And as stated… She wouldn’t want to keep her princess waiting for long.

“Shall we?” Cameron asked, gesturing to the door.

Camellia nodded once more. “...We shall.”

It was, perhaps, a day of no real import to many others. But for Camellia, it would be a reminder of the steps forward she had taken to entwine her life with another’s-

And for once, the idea seemed much less scary than it may have in the past.

[servantverse]

goodnight, camellia. see you in two days!

[servantverse]

we forget about killed swine, but the pain will not be gone.

sometimes, it can be considered self care to overthrow the archbishop. particularly if your brother has suffered so very much at his hands, indirect as it might have been.

[servantverse]

preparation for the wedding.

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servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 19 - late

[ post-ARR spoilers, implied murder ] [ timing: HW ]

Ishgard was a bitterly cold place, and its people were even more so. It wasn’t as though that fact about the people was new information to Cameron- they had lived in there for so many years prior, and spent much of their time being outcast by the other people within. To Cantarella, however, she hadn't had the chance to visit before- and so between the cold and the light bouncing off the surface of the snow, it was a bit much.

Oh, and the whole matter of how warily Ishgardians already viewed the Smith twins. Cantarella knew that it would be dangerous for her to be open about her presence here- though it wasn’t as if she had been particularly open with it before.

As a result, it was only late in the evenings when Camellia and Cameron had retired to their rooms that Cantarella was allowed out.

It was one such evening that they were within the Forgotten Knight, and Cantarella had left the shadows of Camellia, joining the two in Cameron’s room. They hadn’t yet been in Ishgard for too long, and the trip being sudden in the way that it was had left all of them feeling uneasy. …Well, Cantarella didn’t particularly have strong feelings; she knew that they would be safe regardless of what happened.

Oh, she would ensure it, and wouldn’t let what happened to Cicuta happen again.

Camellia had taken a seat on the bed as Cameron went over the items in his bag, making sure he was packed for the next day. House Fortemps had asked for their aid to make sure they would be accepted into Ishgard without issue, as it had been long enough that their previous status as servants held no real sway- particularly not when the house they served had fallen.

…They were reluctant to separate- to the point that they had been staying in each other’s rooms, despite renting two- but Lord Edmont had asked for them to accompany both Lord Emmanellain and Lord Artoirel, and there was no reason for them to stay together. The immediate danger had passed, besides- and Ishgard wasn’t prone to listening in on the concerns of other city-states.

With his bag checked, Cameron sighed, pulling back. He still seemed nervous, Cantarella noted, and she could guess why…

“Are you worried someone will come in?”

Cameron jolted at Cantarella’s voice. She wondered if he had even noticed her there, but couldn’t exactly blame him; she had a way of making herself less noticeable, even more so than the two of them. He looked over, hesitating, then nodded.

“...I… I suppose I am, yes. It’s just… I don’t know if people will come looking, a-and…”

“And you’re concerned they’ll come after you and your sister.”

Cameron nodded once more, glancing over at Camellia. She sat silently, only watching the two of them.

“...Fine, then. I’ll ensure no one comes in.” Leaning back against the wall, Cantarella continued. “Rest, both of you. I don’t need the sleep.”

“Ah… Are you sure, Ella?” Cameron asked, hesitant.

“Yes. Now- hurry up. You have a long day tomorrow, don’t you? And the two of you won’t be able to stay together for long.”

“You’re right…” Cameron sighed. “...I hope you can keep Lia safe. I’ll try my best to come back soon, but I’m not sure how long these tasks are…”

“She’ll be fine,” Cantarella responded. “Your sister has more bite than bark, to be blunt. I wouldn’t be surprised if she comes back with the little lord’s head in a bag.”

“Cantarella.” Camellia glared at the voidsent from where she was seated on the bed. “Watch your tongue. I have no plans for such things- we are guests, and I would not harm a lord.”

“Unless at the request of your masters, hm? Oh, but he is dead now… So perhaps your bloodthirst is quelled for the moment?”

“Cantarella.”

“Both of you!” Cameron huffed, shaking his head. “No fighting- it’s far too late at night!”

Cantarella gave a hum in response, falling silent. …The silence lasted for only a few moments, before Camellia spoke up again.

“...Thank you.”

“...Not often you thank me,” Cantarella said, a smirk on her lips. “I’ll take the gratitude.”

“Perhaps you should do things worthy of gratitude more often, then.”

“Behave.” Cameron shook his head at the two of him, his tone disapproving. “...We’ll rest now. Just… If you need anything in the night, wake us, okay? …You don’t need to do everything alone.”

Cantarella nodded, settling against the wall to watch over the door. She’d watch over them tonight- and the night after, and the night after that, if necessary. Whatever made them feel at ease. Whatever kept them safe.

…She wouldn’t want to lose a free meal so easily, after all.

(And certainly, that was all there was to it- no familial feelings of her own.)

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servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 18 - rescue

[ warnings for unnamed character death; not graphic, but partially described ] [ timing: pre-ARR ]

“Miss Lia, why don't we go for a walk outside of the city?”

It was a warm day in Ul'dah, and Camellia had been spending it with a young Miqo'te woman named E'vixa. While Camellia’s master didn't often allow her any downtime, it was inevitable that he would eventually run out of things for her and her brother to do- and while Cameron was perfectly content aiding the Lemures however necessary, E'vixa had requested Camellia's company for the day. She saw no reason to refuse, and had joined her for a walk in the marketplace… But it seemed her companion wasn't satisfied with just that.

“...Thanalan is fraught with danger, my lady,” Camellia responded. “And you have little more than a dagger as defense. I do not think it would be particularly wise to wander outside.”

“Said like you wouldn't keep me safe?” E'vixa smiled, her tail curling behind her. “Come on, Miss Lia- just for a little bit? …There's hardly anything that dangerous this close to the city, anyways…”

“Lady E'vixa.” Camellia frowned. “Did you not request my presence for a walk around the city? And what would your mother and father think of this proposed adventure?”

“Around the city could mean around the outside, too!” E'vixa quickly pointed out, stepping closer to the much taller Viera. Camellia only looked down in faint amusement- or disappointment, but E'vixa knew she didn't mind as much as she was pretending. “And they'd think that I'm lucky to have such a kind and strong companion! Please?”

Camellia stared down in silence for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. It seemed there was no convincing E'vixa otherwise- and she had no desire to see her harmed without Camellia's protection…

“...Very well. But only for one bell. Then we shall return to the safety of the city.”

E'vixa clasped her hands together, smiling brightly. Camellia couldn't help but avert her gaze at such a sight- E'vixa could be all too much for her to handle at times, and she often found herself bending under pressure to the slightest whims of the young lady…

“Wonderful! Then, shall we~? No time like the present!”

With no audible response other than a sigh, Camellia moved to lead the way outside of Ul'dah's gates.

As E’vixa said, there wasn’t usually much danger in staying close to the city- it really shouldn’t have been much of a problem. However, luck was not on their side that day- particularly not with the rise of bandits in the area lately, driven to desperate measures to make ends meet.

(...Camellia could not fault them. That did not mean she had to show mercy when they became an issue.)

They had been walking on the path towards Scorpion Crossing when a man came rushing past them. He seemed to be in a hurry, and E’vixa barely paid him any attention- but Camellia had spent enough time in Ul’dah to know when someone was likely to be a threat. Hardly anyone rushed this way down the path unless they were in some form of trouble, or looking to cause it- and knowing E’vixa had little way of defending herself, she suddenly pushed herself between the two of them, her hand flicking up her sleeve to pull out a dagger she kept hidden inside.

E’vixa jolted back at the sudden touch, looking over at Camellia in surprise. “Lia, what are you-”

All other words died in her throat as she saw Camellia block a knife that had been aimed for E’vixa previously. With the attacker taken off guard by her swift reaction, Camellia pulled out the scythe hidden on her back in one fluid motion, slicing into the person and knocking them dead onto the ground- stepping back after she had done so, her expression one of distaste.

“...Lia.” E’vixa reached out to touch Camellia’s arm, causing her to tense briefly. “...Are you- are you alright? I’m sorry. I should have been more careful.”

“...We should inform a guard of what occurred, and return to the city.”

While Camellia’s tone didn’t waver, E’vixa could see the glimmer of disgust in her eyes. …Camellia was never one to admit to such things, she knew- it was up to her to comfort Camellia without it being pointed out, that meant.

“We should. But you’ll return to my home with me, right? We should get you cleaned up.”

Camellia gave a silent nod in response.

…

It didn’t take long to inform a guard- who hardly seemed to care, as what was another dead bandit?- and to return back to E’vixa’s home. Her parents were absent, dealing with a potential client, and so no one was there to interrupt as she led Camellia to the washroom, both quiet on the way there.

It wasn’t that big of a concern. She knew Camellia was likely too preoccupied with the blood on her gloves to think to speak, as she had always been easily disgusted by the blood of another, but she also knew there was little guilt for what Camellia had done. …She wasn’t the type to care about that kind of thing, in the end. So instead she did what she could- asking Camellia for the dirtied gloves, then moving to wipe them down herself while Camellia watched.

…The silence was a bit much, though, so E’vixa spoke again before long.

“It’s a good thing your gloves are so easy to clean,” she commented. “But I guess that’s why you picked them?”

“...It is, yes,” Camellia responded.

“They look nice on you, anyways. Black always suits you. A bit warm in this heat though, I’d guess…”

“Hm.”

“...You looked quite dashing taking down that bandit.” E’vixa glanced over at Camellia with a smile. “Like a knight, come to rescue me. But your weapon isn’t very knightly…”

“...I cannot say I favour the sword as much.” It seemed her comments finally got somewhere- though Camellia seemed to want to ignore her compliment. “A scythe is heavy and can be difficult to train with, but it is far more capable of taking your enemy off guard.”

“I can’t disagree there, but… I do think you’d look quite handsome in armour, on horseback…”

“E’vixa,” Camellia responded, her tone disapproving. “Such idle flattery does not become you. Particularly not flattery to one of my station.”

“It isn’t idle, and it isn’t flattery. You know I wouldn’t say this to just anyone! Just to you, Lia.” E’vixa huffed, placing down the washcloth to now dry the gloves. “And you saved my life. Shouldn’t a lady give compliments to her saviour?”

“...Very well, Lady E’vixa. Then I thank you for your kind words,” Camellia responded dryly,

“Back to titles already? And here I thought we agreed you wouldn’t use them when we’re alone!” Despite her words, E’vixa smiled as she spoke, handing over the now-clean gloves.

Camellia shook her head in response- but E’vixa caught a hint of a smile to her lips. “...Stubborn little lady. Vixa, then.”

“I’m not little- you’re just too tall…” E’vixa sighed. “...But… Much better, yes. Vixa suits me much more, coming from you.”

“...Regardless,” Camellia said, pulling her gloves on. “I must be gone ere long. Master Flann does not take kindly to me spending so much time with the daughter of his rival, and Cameron is likely soon to return from his own visit.”

“...Alright. I suppose I can’t keep you all to myself forever.” E’vixa smiled, her ears flicking. “Then… Be safe. And remember there’s always a place for you here if you have nowhere else to go, alright?”

“Of course.” Camellia bowed, earning a soft laugh from E’vixa. “...And do try to keep yourself out of trouble as well- although I am aware it is a talent of yours.”

“Yes, yes… Off you go now!”

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servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 17 - kit

[ DRK 70 spoilers ] [ timing: StB ]

[ notes on PoV at the bottom ]

I had never expected to see someone like them. A young Viera who I could only imagine looked like you or your brother when you were but kits- how could I have expected that you’d break easily enough to be haunted by another? …But I should’ve expected it; you never were as confident in your choices as you liked to pretend, you know.

“Myste,” they called themself. Sidurgu was sharp, and immediately saw through their charade. You, however- you couldn’t help but take pity on them. …Even having joined my soul to yours, your thoughts weren’t as clear as I’d have liked, and I couldn’t tell if you were seeing yourself or Cameron in them. Or perhaps you were seeing both? …These weren’t questions I could easily have the answers to. But you seemed to take a small amount of peace in helping them, regardless. I couldn’t blame you for that; your burdens weighed heavy on your soul, and as much as I wished you’d let me help, you had told me you wanted to choose your own course.

I was proud when you said that. I always am, but you had spent so long under the shadow of others that I worried you’d never choose yourself.

Your softness to Myste was something easy to note for most. You spent more time in Ishgard when you were able to, looking after them alongside Sidurgu, and of course watching over the little girl too- Rielle, wasn’t it? Cameron needed a break, and you were all too happy to let him take that whilst working yourself to the bone. (I wish I could have stopped you, but you wouldn’t have listened if I tried.) And it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to speak in private, away from Sidguru’s wary gaze.

…It was that way tonight, as well.

The Forgotten Knight didn’t have many places for sitting, so the two of you settled for sitting near the fire on the floor. Rielle and Sidurgu had settled in for the night, leaving the two of you alone. You sat further away from the fire, and Myste sat against you, leaning against your shoulder. …Others may have thought you were parent and child, but I knew the ‘and’ was true in a different way.

“Myste,” you had started, your voice almost uncharacteristically soft. It was a softness I had heard before when Cameron was stressed or under harm, so it really wasn’t of surprise that you used that same tone with them. “...How have you been faring in Ishgard? Ser Aymeric made it much more hospitable than it was prior, but people do not adjust as swiftly as he would desire.”

Myste looked up at you, surprised at your question. …But you had never been asked those questions when you were younger, had you? Your masters were kind, but you always wanted to keep your distance. You were hurt too much before.

“...I have been fine,” they had responded, turning their gaze back out to the tavern. “But many people here are full of despair. It saddens me that I cannot do more.”

“It is not your burden to bear.” …Of course you said that to them- unaware of how it sounded from you. But were you even aware of your own feelings? Of their feelings? “You are yet a kit, Myste. You should not carry all this upon your back alone.”

“Forgive me, forgive me… I did not mean to cause you trouble as well,” they said, their voice wavering. I could only be reminded of the way your own voice wavered that day, when I looked at you for the final time-

“Nonsense. Others are here for you to lean on in times of need, and shunning that aid will simply make others- and yourself- feel worse.”

…I wish you’d listen to your own words, you know. But you never were that type. You claimed your brother was naive, and yet were so terribly oblivious to yourself- it was charming. It made me love you all the more.

Myste didn’t seem to know how to respond to your words. How could they? …Yet they still moved closer to you, closing their eyes as they rested their head upon your shoulder.

…Neither of you spoke. I don’t think you needed to. At that moment, both of you had what you needed, didn’t you? Someone to comfort, someone to gain comfort from. You could never allow yourself to let down your guard that easy- not around others, not even to Cameron. But Myste… Maybe it was because you were so similar. Maybe it was the reminder of when you had to look after Cameron, when you two were barely not kits. Maybe it was because they were still a child- no matter what the reason was, you were still able to show this weakness to them.

…I only wish I could have been there to support you, too. To be shown that weakness too. But seeing you so at ease was enough for now.

[ PoV notes: from e'vixa, a ghost that takes the place of the player's fray rather than it being yourself, and directed towards camellia. myste is a more direct representation of camellia, though whether they represent herself or cameron is intentionally unclear. ]

[servantverse]

I love you more than you'll ever know. Be well.

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servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 16 - watch

[ mentions of sleep, but no descriptions or in-depth depictions ] [ timing: HW ]

It was a quiet night, and only the sound of the fire crackling kept Camellia company as the others slept. Estinien, Alphinaud, Cameron- the others were arranged in their sleeping rolls around her, and the only one missing currently was Ysayle.

The other woman had stepped away briefly for some matter- Camellia hadn't seen it fit to question her, not when she had faithfully guided the four of them for so long on this trip. While she couldn't say she trusted the Elezen completely, she recognized it was not right for her to view everything she did with suspicion.

…So currently, she was simply waiting for Ysayle to return as she kept watch.

Her ears flicked at the sounds around her, staying alert for either the approach of another person or for the footsteps- or the sounds of the wings- of a dragon. Thankfully, it seemed like they had chosen a peaceful enough location… But she still made certain not to lower her guard too much, wary of the dangers of camping out in such an open space.

…She couldn’t have said this location would be her first choice. But being in the open had its perks, as well- clearer visibility of those around them, for one. And admittedly… Unless they were within a forest, no amount of hills would hide them from a territorial dragon.

The sound of footsteps came before long, and Camellia’s ears turned towards the sound, alert. She glanced over to see the woman who had been leading this trip returning, a bundle of vegetables in her arms. Ysayle looked surprised to be noticed so fast- but quickly came into the light of the fire, setting down the things she had gathered a safe distance away.

“For the morn,” Ysayle said.

Ah. Then she had already been preparing for the next day’s meals.

“...You truly do not need to go to such lengths, Lady Iceheart,” Camellia responded, her voice quiet. “We do not mind being the ones to cook. You have led us thus far, after all; it is the least we can do in return.”

“Must I remind you once more to call me ‘Ysayle’?”

“We are on opposite sides of this war, Lady Iceheart.” Camellia turned back towards the fire. “There is no need to feign intimacy.”

Ysayle gave a soft sigh, moving to take a seat nearby- close enough to show that she had no intentions of leaving Camellia alone, yet far enough to not be within her space. “...’Twas it not our goal to cease this needless war? You are aware of the things I have seen, Camellia. And you are not anywhere near the fool the dragoon is.”

“...Perhaps not,” Camellia responded, gazing into the flames. “But our journey ends on the morrow. We will see how Hraesvelgr responds to our request- and should he deny us, we will end up enemies once more.”

An uneasy silence fell over the two of them. …It was unlikely Camellia would budge on this viewpoint, Ysayle knew; the only one capable of swaying her seemed to be her brother, and Cameron was asleep…

“Very well. Shall we speak of something less heavy?”

Camellia only gave a hum in response. Ysayle took that as a sign to continue. “...Your style of battle is quite unique. It is a marvel to behold, but I must wonder where you learned such talents.”

“From a Garlean woman,” Camellia responded, causing Ysayle’s eyes to widen in surprise. “...The style is Garlean in nature, although I had learned it in Ul’dah.”

“...I was not aware the Warrior of Light had friends in such far places.”

“Lady Drusilla is unlike most you have heard of.” Camellia shifted in her spot, sitting back. “Not all Garleans are alike. Just as you are not alike to all Ishgardians. Many do not support their Emperor, but have no ability to find freedom.”

“I see.” Ysayle paused. “...Not unlike those involved in the Dragonsong War.”

“Hm.”

Ysayle wasn’t sure if Camellia’s hum was of agreement or disagreement- her expression hardly changed, and only Cameron seemed capable of telling what she was feeling at any moment- but saw no need to push the topic further. It was clear Camellia valued the ability to keep her thoughts private… Or, at least, to not be forced to say them outright.

“...You are kinder than you give yourself credit for, Camellia.”

Camellia looked over in surprise- that was an emotion Ysayle had not seen before, but was quite recognizable. There was a flicker of… Perhaps uncertainty, for a moment, before Camellia looked away once more, hiding any visible emotion once more.

“You were willing to come and see the truth for yourself. Even should you claim it was only for Cameron, I’ve seen you show mercy when you are able to.”

“...Ysayle.” Camellia’s voice was quieter now, barely audible. “...Rest. The morning will come ere long, and you should not be unprepared for the day.”

…It was phrased as concern, but Ysayle quickly realized it was a plea. A plea to not continue- to not expose her further. Ysayle could only wonder what made her so averse to hearing about her own kindness. But…

It wasn’t her place to pry.

“...Be certain not to stay up too late, Camellia. You have your allies, and you needn’t take on all of this alone.”

“Ysayle.” Camellia closed her eyes.

Finally rising from her spot, Ysayle moved to get into her bedroll. She glanced towards Camellia as she did so, but the Viera didn’t respond to her look, only taking a deep breath and resuming her watch over the fire.

…The journey would be over soon. Ysayle only hoped that, with this conversation, Camellia would be able to open up more in the future.

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servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 14 - sanctuary

[ no general warnings apply ] [ pre-ARR ]

It was a frequent sight to see twin Viera within the Lemures’ headquarters, even for those who were new to the group. Ul’dah was a place that outcasted most, and the sight of two rabbit-eared people drew attention in particular- more attention than either had ever been comfortable with. As such, when the two were seeking to avoid both their master and the crowds, it was often they’d hide within the headquarters.

So when Drusilla spotted the two of them already within the halls early one morning, Cameron focusing carefully on his sewing as he sat partially curled on a couch, and Camellia leaning against a wall, watching over him, it didn’t particularly surprise her. No, the surprising thing was the hour- as it wasn’t too often they’d have the ability to slip away this early.

“Everythin’ alright there, you two?”

Cameron’s ears turned towards her- but he remained focused on his work, not commenting. However, Camellia looked over to the older reaper entirely, pausing before responding.

“Lady Drusilla,” she said, bowing her head respectfully. “We are fine. Master Archambault simply asked us to make ourselves sparse for a bit.”

“Your master, hmm? That bastard’s loss is our gain.” Drusilla took a seat, swinging her legs onto the table. Though Camellia gave a soft sigh at the sight, she didn’t try to correct her, only letting Drusilla continue. “Our doors will always be open to the two of you.”

“Pray do not let him overhear you calling him that. We would be the ones to be scolded…”

“Aye. I wouldn’t put the two of you in danger like that.”

A quiet fell over the room once more, other than the sound of Cameron’s needle pushing through leather. Drusilla cast a glance over at what he was making- it seemed like… Gloves?

“...What’s that you’re makin’ there, lad?”

Cameron jolted at being addressed directly, carefully stopping his movements so as to not poke himself by accident. He looked up, hesitating before he responded. “Ah… I…” He glanced down at the fabric in his hands, looking a bit nervous. “...I know that your work can be dangerous, and sometimes can damage clothes- but the scythe can be rough on the hands to hold bare, and so I…”

He hesitated, setting down the work that was in his hand before holding up a finished glove. “...I wanted to make sure you had a spare pair. You’ve- you’ve done so much for me and my sister, Lady Drusilla, and… I wanted to repay you in some way, since I’m no reaper…”

…Oh. From how close the second glove was to being finished, this was clearly a project he had been working on for a bit- and though she wasn’t certain from just a quick look, the sizing looked perfect.

It wasn’t the first time Cameron had crafted something for the Lemures. He was fond of making sure they were stocked up on potions, bandages, and repairing any clothing that became damaged- but crafting an entire set of gloves from scratch for her, without much of a need for it? That was new.

“Cameron,” she started, taking her legs off the table to sit up more properly. “You know you don’t have to do that. You two are family to us, eh? And there ain’t no need to call me anythin’ like ‘lady’. Makes me feel older than I already am.”

That was evidently not the right thing to say, by the way Cameron’s ears drooped. Drusilla paused. “...All right, if you want to keep callin’ me that, that’s fine. But you’ve proved yourself a valuable member to us time and time again. And not every member of the family is the fightin’ type.”

“...Ah…” Cameron nodded, slowly, but it seemed there was still something on his mind. “...Then… Should I not have made the gloves?”

“Now, I didn’t say that,” Drusilla quickly cut in, realizing why he still seemed so upset. “There just ain’t any need to be so sentimental. I’d gladly accept a gift, but don’t feel you have to do it just out of some kind of obligation, eh?”

Finally, Cameron’s ears perked up once more, and Drusilla relaxed. He smiled- a bit nervous still, but undoubtedly much more calm than he was moments prior.

“...I’m grateful, then. A-And- I’ll try not to call you lady as much, L- Drusilla.” Cameron flushed a bit at making a mistake so quickly after saying he wouldn’t, but it only gained a smile from the older reaper. “...These should be done before we have to return to our master, and then… I can make sure they fit. If not- I can adjust them, and…”

“You and your sister always had an uncanny knack for sizin’, didn’t you? Both for people and for enemies. Wouldn’t be surprised to find those fit perfectly.”

“...As she says, Cameron,” Camellia commented finally from where she was still resting against the wall. “But perhaps you should focus on your work. Do recall what House Rosierionne taught us- Should you become too distracted during your craft, your craft will suffer for it.”

“R-Right!” Seeming much more at ease and determined now, Cameron picked up the glove from where he had set it down prior and set upon working on it once more.

This time, Drusilla was more than happy to let the silence be- and as she watched Cameron carefully carrying on in his sewing, she could only think of how lucky the Lemures were to have obtained these two family members.

[servantverse]

servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 12 - plant

[ no general warnings apply ] [ timing: post-EW ]

“Lia, have you seen these flowers before?”

It had been a long day of gathering resources on the island Tataru had gifted them (well, perhaps ‘gifted’ wasn’t exactly the right word, as things were expected in return), and the twins had been enjoying the peace and quiet when Cameron had called Camellia over- and hearing his voice, she came over to examine the small, colourful blossoms he held in his hands.

Picking one up, she gave it a careful examination before setting it back down in Cameron’s hands and shaking her head. “I am afraid not. I have not seen them around the island before- perhaps they came from higher up?” Camellia’s gaze moved to the mountain that stood tall above their heads, and Cameron followed, tilting his head in thought.

“...Ah… Perhaps. It’s been quite windy here lately, hasn’t it? I wonder if there’s more of them up there.”

Camellia gave a soft hum- whether in agreement or something else, it was unclear, but she only watched for a moment before turning back to her work. She had been busying herself gathering wood for the coming week ahead, and had only stopped out of curiosity as to what Cameron was examining.

“...There’s been all sorts of strange plants here, hasn’t there?” Cameron continued, carefully cradling the flowers in his hands as he rose from where he was kneeling. “Even La Noscea doesn’t have these exact varieties. …I suppose that’s why we were sent here, though- to see all they had to offer…”

“Perhaps,” Camellia continued, picking up the discarded axe. “Do recall that we are here on a mission. Really- you were the one to ask for my aid in the first place…”

Her tone was lighter than the words implied, and Cameron huffed playfully, tucking the flowers into his bag. “Yes, yes… You don’t seem to mind, though. And it’s nice to get away from all the people, I know…”

“Hm.”

“...But you should take time to actually enjoy yourself.” Cameron brushed off his hands, turning to look at his sister as she worked to chop down the next tree. “And not just push through it…”

“I am enjoying myself plenty. I simply find it more enjoyable when my hands are busy.”

“Liaaa…!” Pouting, Cameron came over to block her path to the next tree. Camellia raised her eyebrows at him in amusement as he continued. “You and I both know you’re plenty capable of taking breaks…! Proper breaks. Please, at least make sure you don’t tire yourself out…”

“...Very well.” Camellia gave a soft chuckle, moving to step past him. “I will ensure I do not. However, to once more remind you, you asked for my aid; I am only here for you…”

“I know, but…!” Cameron hesitated, then reached out to place a hand on her arm. She glanced back at him. “Just… Be careful, okay? And…”

He hesitated, then reached into his bag, pulling out one of the flowers. He reached up to tuck it into her hair gently- Camellia blinking in surprise at his movements.

“...And thank you. Really. For helping me with all this. It’s… Much more fun to have my sister with me here.”

Camellia paused, then sighed. With her free hand, she reached up to gently pat Cameron’s head, the smaller Viera’s ears perking in surprise.

“...Of course. I could not leave you alone on a deserted island, after all. However would you survive without my assistance?”

“Lia!”

With a rare laugh, one that only the wildlife would have the chance to overhear, Camellia returned to her work- with Cameron close behind, now pouting while he followed.

[servantverse]

servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 11 - tradition

[ spoilers for Endwalker locations ] [ timing: post-EW ]

Though the Smith twins didn’t have many traditions they upheld anymore, there was one that they had made sure to do every year since their return to Ishgard. That was, of course, to visit the ruins of House Rosierionne- or what remained there, at the least.

It wasn’t something they had been able to do before they were involved within the Dragonsong War personally, due to Ishgard having shut their doors to even the servants that lived there before. (Their house had fallen, after all; there was ‘no reason’ for them to be allowed there before being taken in by Lord Haurchefant.) Their visits since had involved careful consideration for what to bring as offerings to the departed.

…It wasn’t as though this was something they had much experience in. Viera believed that the dead served their purpose, and those who died didn’t need to be mourned in any particular way- returning to the earth was enough, and while it wasn’t exactly shunned to give thoughts or offerings to the departed, every little thing mattered in the forest when it came to survival and there was rarely much to spare.

Still, it was felt as if this much was owed- so the night before they went, the two of them carefully gathered offerings to leave. Flowers seemed to be both the easiest and most suitable, causing little disruption or clutter to the surroundings, and so Cameron gathered a small amount of rosemary, and Camellia arranged it with the peonies she had gathered for her own contribution.

The two set out in the morning. The sun had barely begun to rise, and a chill hung in the air, not yet dispelled by the light of day. Cameron knelt down to place the bouquet upon where the entryway had once stood.

“...I hope you’re resting well,” Cameron said, his voice soft. “It’s been a busy year for us, but isn’t that always the case? …We’ve scarcely had a moment to rest since we joined the Scions, though I think Lia prefers it that way.”

Camellia gave a soft hum in response.

“We’ve gone to places we couldn’t even imagine when we were in your care. To the past, this time- which somehow felt even stranger than going to another world.” A soft chuckle escaped him. “And the moon. …There were all sorts of creations there I think you would’ve loved to learn about; giant sculptures meant to replicate trees in some aspects, and a place meant for beings much bigger than us…”

“And we have learned how to use materials unknown to most in our journeys,” Camellia continued. “We have not ceased in practicing what you have taught us, and seek to further our knowledge with each chance we can take. I am certain you would be proud, if you were here to see it.”

“We want to make you proud. Even now. We owe you… So much.” Cameron rose to his paws, his voice taking on a hint of sadness. “And we haven’t forgotten. All that we owe you, how we miss you…”

Camellia moved to stand beside Cameron, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “...Regardless, we shall carry on. It is what you always would have wanted us to do, is it not?”

“...May you have found peace.” Cameron let out a soft sigh. “...We’ll talk to you again next year.”

With their yearly visit completed, the two turned to leave- and just as they did so, a warm breeze blew past them from where the house once stood.

Cameron glanced back. For a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw someone standing there- or their aether, or something- but it was gone as soon as he spotted it.

He hesitated, then smiled. “...Thank you. For everything.”

[servantverse]

servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 9 - name

[ no general warnings apply, minus implied Shadowbringers spoilers ] [ timing: post-EW ]

It wasn’t a question they hadn’t been asked before. This time, it was of much simpler curiosity than usual.

“...Did you two perhaps choose your own names?”

Camellia and Cameron looked up from unison from the books they were reading at the sound of G’raha’s voice. His finger was on a certain line on the page, and Camellia only needed to cast a quick glance at the book’s cover to figure out why this must have been brought up- it seemed the book was about Dalmasca, and the lands surrounding.

It seemed like the words must have slipped out without him thinking much on it, as before either of the twins could respond, his ears suddenly perked and he dropped the book to his lap, lifting a hand in… Perhaps some form of defense. “Ah! Pardon me. That was… A rather intimate question for me to ask, wasn’t it? Please, pay no heed-”

“Not in the way you may suspect,” Camellia responded easily, cutting him off. G’raha seemed taken aback by how quickly she replied- he must have thought this was a sensitive topic, but…

“It is typical for Viera to take new names upon leaving the forests. As we were traversing lands quite far from home, our parents thought it best for us to choose our own in ways less… Recognizable.”

“I… See.” G’raha paused, as if trying to decide whether his next words were appropriate for him to say. …Ultimately, it seemed that curiosity won over. “Do you… Regret that choice?”

…Oh. Now, that wasn’t a question they were often asked- though Camellia supposed it made sense, based on how long he- or, the other version of him- used an alias of his own. And the way he had responded when Cameron called his true name…

“Not particularly. …I ask that you not share this with many others, but Viera typically are only allowed a proper name after their fourteenth nameday- the time we begin to show sexual characteristics, and choose an identity for ourselves. Prior to that, our features remain much the same across all kits.” Camellia knew it wasn’t exactly common for Viera to share this knowledge, but… G’raha wasn’t just anyone. She trusted him to not spread it around. “As we left upon our fourteenth nameday, we had not yet acquired adult names. ‘Camellia’ and ‘Cameron’ were what we were given, in the end.”

“I wanted a name that matched Lia’s,” Cameron added on. “She was named first, and after the tea plant. …Our last names were chosen by us, however.”

“‘Smith’, correct?”

“Indeed.” Camellia nodded. “We had been… Inspired by our guardians, although not our parents. The family in Ishgard that took us in. They were tradespeople- a name to honour them seemed as though it would be the most fitting choice, as we did not have surnames we kept prior.”

“Ah!” G’raha nodded in understanding. “I see. Then… I thank you for answering my questions. I apologize if it was abrupt…”

“Nonsense! You’re family to us.” Cameron’s tone was light, and Camellia found herself looking back at the book in her lap, a touch embarrassed at his bluntness. “And I don’t believe either of us mind answering these questions from family. …Right, Lia?”

“...You are correct.” In contrast to Cameron’s warmth, Camellia’s voice held a familiar coolness- though… Perhaps, just this once, it was softer than usual. “You are welcome to ask us whatever you are curious of. I cannot promise answers for everything, as we do not tend to share many things openly, but… I do not mind.”

There was a pause before G’raha responded, and Camellia glanced over, worried that she had spoken too informally. …Seeing his expression, though…

Oh, they had never commented on him being family before, had they? His ears were perked, eyes wide, and she could’ve sworn she saw almost the start of tears in his eyes- ah. …Perhaps that meant more to him than either of the twins had expected.

Camellia would never agree easily if she didn’t mean it, after all.

“I- I thank you. That…” G’raha’s voice showed only a hint of wavering, to his credit- it was only that both Camellia and Cameron were too practiced in noticing subtleties in the difference of tones. “That means… Much more to me than I can put into words.”

“G’raha…” Cameron smiled warmly at his embarrassment. “...Of course. Now, if you have anything else that you wonder about that we can answer- please, feel free to ask, alright?”

His curiosity sated for now- or perhaps, simply feeling too embarrassed to continue- G’raha nodded, picking up his book to resume reading. In quiet companionship, the twins resumed their own books as well, silence falling back over the group- but this time, a warmth present in it that wasn’t as notable before.

[servantverse]

servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 8 - breakfast

[ food mentions ] [ timing: post-EW ]

It was early in the morning when Cameron awoke- early enough that not even Camellia had awoken. That, however, was his goal, and hoping to not disturb her rest any more than necessary, he crept out from the room they shared.

The island was a gift from Tataru, and one that Cameron was quite thankful for. They had never really had a place to call their own, and having an entire plot of land that belonged to them was something they had never dreamed of happening- let alone so far away from the prying eyes of others. He knew Camellia would never have allowed herself to sleep in this much if that wasn’t the case. She had always been the one of the two of them to wake up earlier than everyone else, prepare for the day in silence, be certain that things like breakfast were waiting when others woke up…

But just this once, he wanted to be the one to surprise her.

She had been so sweet to help him out at the island. She was never as interested in these things as he was, or so he thought- gardening, taking care of animals- but she still diligently helped look after it with him to the point that he wondered if she really did enjoy these as much as he… Or, perhaps, she was only doing it for his sake. Regardless, Cameron didn’t want to question it too strongly- the break was dearly needed, and she seemed happy, so who was he to wonder?

No, his time was much better spent letting Camellia know how much he appreciated her. And a good way to do that, he figured, would be to prepare her a meal this once. He knew she often claimed his cooking was far better than hers- though he would, in turn, always comment that she brewed a better cup of tea- and as a result, he was certain she’d enjoy this.

The early morning went by without much fuss. Occasionally Charon would wander in, the shoebill perching on the counter to stare at him, then wander off as slowly as he came- Cameron wondered if the scent of the baking drew him in, but he wasn’t certain if pixieberries and Ishgardian muffins were safe for a shoebill to ingest.

The breakfast was simple in concept, Pixieberry Tea and Royal Eggs. Cameron worried that it might be too heavy, as Camellia tended to favour a lighter meal to start the day, but he also knew Camellia would appreciate anything he did. He knew the tea was her favourite type- she enjoyed the way the tea was often sweet and tart from the berries, and the way the peppermint complimented them and added additional complexity- and the eggs, well…

…It was a meal they had often had when they were still servants of House Rosierionne. It had been quite some time since they could enjoy it together, and now seemed like the perfect time.

It was shortly before he finished that he heard shifting in the bed above, and his ears perked. It sounded as though Camellia was waking up- and sure enough, her pawsteps came down the stairs before long, Camellia not yet changed but having noticed Cameron was out of bed.

Cameron glanced over, the blindfold removed from his head and allowing him a rare, clear view of his sister eyeing him with somewhat weary confusion. He smiled gently, freeing a hand to gesture to the table.

“Please, have a seat! Breakfast will be done in just a moment.”

“Mh… Breakfast? …Cameron, you did not need to go to all this effort.” Regardless of her words, Camellia moved to take a seat, watching her brother.

“Nonsense! You always go to all the effort for everyone else, don’t you? I think it’s only right that I do it for you this once.”

If Camellia had any more protests, she did not speak of them.

…It was a peaceful morning. The sun slowly rising in the sky was just visible through the window, the scent of cooking in the air. After so long, they deserved a peaceful morning- or so Cameron thought, at the least.

But even if the day turned out to be less peaceful than expected… This moment was enough.

[servantverse]

servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 7 - piano

[ ishgard restoration main storyline spoilers ] [ timing: post-HW ]

It had been quite a while since the last time Camellia had been asked to play the piano by someone.

Though it was a talent she knew from her days in Ishgard prior, it wasn’t one that was necessary for adventuring. Her previous master in Ul’dah had often requested for her to play music during their events- though Camellia suspected it was more the novelty of having a Viera play that made him ask every time, putting her on display like some rare creature in a cage- and as a result, she wasn’t that rusty.

However, being asked to perform for an event in Ishgard was not something she anticipated.

The reasoning had been simple; a concert to celebrate the end of the reconstruction effort. She had agreed without much thought, Cameron gently encouraging her and promising to be alongside her, but then it was announced that it would be a piano duet. …Any thoughts of fading into the background had left her head, and she had simply sighed and nodded.

…But now that she was sitting at the piano… She wasn’t quite sure what to feel.

Her fingers stalled above the keys. …Did she really think she could pull off something like this? Being the focus of attention, being alongside Lord Francel, nobility and a man who surely was much more practiced in this than she ever could have been-

“Lia.”

A calm voice caused her gaze to raise from where she had been looking at the keys. She wasn’t sure what expression she had been wearing, but Cameron’s gentle smile informed her that he had already seen her moment of weakness. …Was it shame that she felt? She wasn’t quite sure.

“...Perhaps it’d be easier to practice as the duet it should be?”

He didn’t wait for her permission before taking a seat alongside her, shifting to gently press his weight into her side. …It was calming, and she knew that was why Cameron had done it. One deep breath; her fingers moved to rest over the opening keys.

“I suppose that would be wise. Shall we?”

“Of course.”

Camellia was grateful that he didn’t comment on her brushing his concern off. She appreciated it- and he knew it, and that was all she needed to know. To the others, she may have seemed cold, but Cameron would always understand why she chose her words the way she did.

…That was enough.

Her fingers pressed down the keys, and Cameron quickly followed suit. The melody was slow at first, carefully reading the piece to know what key to next play, but quickly picked up speed and confidence. It didn’t require much thought- Camellia was not as out of practice as she was concerned- and she found her thoughts wandering as she settled into the song, comforted by the feeling of her brother so close nearby.

How long was it since she last felt this comfortable playing a song for others? It had been years. Back when they lived with House Rosierionne, she was certain. Cameron seated beside her even then, but both of them much smaller and much less experienced with the world. The warmth of a home and the gentle guidance of those who looked after the two of them. Learning the simplest of tunes, and slowly expanding their knowledge to the more complex- and the applause the twins had received the first time they played for the family in full.

Without thinking, Camellia shifted her weight to press into Cameron in turn.

The song was over quicker than she expected. She was rarely one to let her mind wander as she often found it made her lose track of time, but in this case… It was necessary, she thought. The tension had left her shoulders finally, and she let her fingers still over the keys, pressing the last notes. Cameron turned to look at her, smiling softly- as he always did.

“I think it’s best that you’re accompanying Lord Francel, Lia,” he said gently. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t have managed to do such a beautiful piece with such ease.”

Camellia knew that wasn’t true- that Cameron was just as capable as she was, if not more. But… She knew the words were for her benefit. Cameron was not a fool, and he had noted her worry, she was certain. As a result, she couldn’t scold him for speaking to himself so harshly. She only sighed, shaking her head-

And yet a faint smile appeared on her lips, a sight rarely seen. “...Thank you, Cameron.”

Truthfully, she doubted Lord Francel could hold a candle to the performance they had just done together. …She rarely played as well with others as she did with Cameron. They knew each other too well, and considering she would not have the chance to practice with Lord Francel before the date, she could only hope he would be as quick to learn the part as Cameron was.

It wasn’t her place to judge. The crowds would be pleased; that would be enough.

…And she was certain her brother would be, as well.

[servantverse]

servantverse fluffcember 2024 day 20 - season

[ starlight celebration 2024 spoilers ] [ timing: post-EW ]

Camellia and Cameron had been to many places over the years of their travels. From the snowy region of Coerthas to the bottoms of the Ruby Sea, they had gone wherever necessary to achieve whatever goals they had at the time- and now that the Scions had planned to take a break from the public eye, there wasn’t much certainty in where to go next.

…But a festival was as good of a place as any to go.

The Starlight Celebration was setting up in Gridania, and was in need of aid- and for two ex-servants without much else to occupy their time, it seemed as good of a place as any to start. It wasn’t as though they minded giving a hand to those running the festivities, anyways; Cameron in particular enjoyed helping out whoever possible…

And Camellia didn’t mind helping when it was for the children especially.

With the extra hands, they were able to split the work; Camellia joined the celebrants in setting up the stalls, and Cameron joined Amh Garanjy in finding a new way to help the spirits of everyone involved. It wasn’t long before between the combined efforts of the twins, a pair of children, and Amh Garanjy, the marketplace was set up- and Cameron approached Camellia with a warm mug of kinderpunsch in hand.

“Lia!” His smile was bright as he held out the cup. “You’ve done well. Why don’t you come take a break? I made sure to save some of the mulled punch for you.”

“Mh, I suppose my aid is likely to be denied by the celebrants past this point… Very well.” Camellia nodded, reaching out to take the cup from him. “Will you be joining me?”

“Of course!”

The two of them found seats at a small table off to the side of the stalls- Cameron stopping to pick up a mug of kinderpunsch for himself on the way- and settled to watch the people pass. …The markets, now that they were open, were quite busy; people were passing through to buy gifts for their loved ones, or see what was on sale for themselves. For Cameron and Camellia, there wasn’t much they wanted- and the company, for the moment, was enough.

“...Do you remember when we first came to the Starlight Celebration?”

Camellia glanced over at her brother as he spoke, her hands holding a mug to warm them up. After a moment, she nodded, returning her gaze to the crowds passing.

“You were afraid of the celebrants, if I recall correctly. You thought the red that the knights were garbed in was jarring, and were uncertain how to feel about the noise of the festivities.”

“You weren’t much better!” Cameron protested, ears drooping. “You were hiding behind Mistress Auvelle.”

“I was not quivering like a newly-hatched Chocobo,” Camellia responded. “...But you are not incorrect. It was quite a change from Garlemald, and we had nothing similar to those festivities back home.”

Cameron sighed. He fell silent for a moment, then continued, quieter than before. “...They were kind to us, even so. They were patient. And they brought us gifts, even though we didn’t have anything to give them in return.”

“Your first cooking knife, was it not? …One crafted to be the perfect size for you. We were still quite small…”

“Mhm!” Cameron smiled, his ears perking once more. “And they gave you a mortar, didn’t they? You picked up alchemy quite quickly, if I remember right. I remember seeing how proud Master Cyrix was of you when you made your first potion.”

“...They did indeed.”

A quiet fell over them once more, briefly.

“...It’s been nice. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had the time to come and help out like this- not since we were newly branded as adventurers…”

Camellia hummed in response.

“...It’s not bad to just… Go around the cities and help people, from time to time. And the children appreciate it. It feels nice to help in these small ways. Doesn’t it?”

“...It does.”

Cameron looked up, peering through the trees at the sky. It was a starry night, though it was difficult to see through the blindfold; between that and the way his vision reacted to the surrounding aether, the lights were little more than smeared dots, too distant for him to make out. “Maybe we should do this more often. …When we have time to, at least. I’ve missed not having the weight of the world on our shoulders.”

“I would not be against that.”

…For a bit longer, they’d sit in peaceful silence, watching the crowds pass. It was nice to not be part of those crowds for once, Cameron thought. Sometimes, a break was needed. And it seemed that they’d finally get one.