Not What You’d Think

Balthier had spent a few nights not just out of then den, but also out of the pack. He had maybe expected Azzurra to find him on his patrol if she really wanted to so he had run that next day patrol and found coverage for a few days while he instead hunted for the stores. He took the raft with him and spent nights outside of the dam borders. He made his time inside the pack lands very limited and watched out for where his sister might have been running if at all. This however was not one of those nights.

On his way back out of Fenmyre he stopped to grab a bottle of wine for reasons he really wouldn’t ask himself. It was just like this urge hit him and all he wanted to do was forget. Unfortunately, that’s not what the now empty bottle of wine gave the effect of.

It was nearly midnight when he stumbled into the bungalow, the raft maybe docked in the sand he thought... he couldn’t remember. The creak in the floorboards on the porch was unmistakable of his presence but if Azzurra was inside then the boom of his body against the shelves of their unit would have been enough to startle her. Uneasy legs found the bed before collapsing under himself. His back would have been turned to his sister if she were there, his deep and heavy breathing from the alcohol would have been the only sounds coming from him as he fought to go to sleep here but his thoughts were every where making it hard to do so.

"Azzurra & Balthier"