Quentin snorts and raises his eyebrow at Riku before he heads out the door. "Uh huh, because I'd do that? Leave without you-- jesus. I won't. I'll wait."
The rope is in the pile of supplies near the weapons, and there's a plastic bucket, too. Quentin brings both, poking his head in to the room of the sleepers on his way there. And on his way back. Making sure the chests are raising and falling, that the flames are still burning brightly.
He's got the bow over his shoulder and the quiver on his back once he reaches the exit, the rope is coiled around his waist, holding the bucket and his lantern is still swinging from his belt-hoop where Riku put it months ago.
Until Riku gets there, Quentin is going to stay by the wall, hands moving through the best spells, the defensive ones and the ones to help others. He's gotten better at healing? So, there's that. Like the shield spell, he's been doing the tuts so often in the past weeks, that it's almost automatic, the way his fingers twist against each other. He's humming softly under his breath.
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The rope is in the pile of supplies near the weapons, and there's a plastic bucket, too. Quentin brings both, poking his head in to the room of the sleepers on his way there. And on his way back. Making sure the chests are raising and falling, that the flames are still burning brightly.
He's got the bow over his shoulder and the quiver on his back once he reaches the exit, the rope is coiled around his waist, holding the bucket and his lantern is still swinging from his belt-hoop where Riku put it months ago.
Until Riku gets there, Quentin is going to stay by the wall, hands moving through the best spells, the defensive ones and the ones to help others. He's gotten better at healing? So, there's that. Like the shield spell, he's been doing the tuts so often in the past weeks, that it's almost automatic, the way his fingers twist against each other. He's humming softly under his breath.