[ For all his grump and constant exasperation, Cassian has taken to the Feywilds too. Then again, that's always been his way regardless of planet or environment: Adapt. Survive. It's a familiar pattern, something easy and reliable to fall back on. He just hadn't expected to add something else in his two step plan: Live.
Taking up residence with River in the Feywilds had been something temporary, or at least he had told himself as much. She would always have a safe place to rest no matter where she spun or danced off into the universe and that has remained true now. But then they had grown into normalcy and dare he say, it came with a sense of domesticity too. It crept up in small ways: with the patching of her dresses that grow worn at the edges, the mending of the soles of her boots to keep her steady and safe on her adventures, making passable meals that are slowly becoming more than just a bachelor's way of cooking.
Bent over a patch in the garden is she finds him. Though he looks up with a wary expression there is a fondness there that he doesn't bother to hide as the days have stretched on. Back in Mandarin he asks - ]
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Taking up residence with River in the Feywilds had been something temporary, or at least he had told himself as much. She would always have a safe place to rest no matter where she spun or danced off into the universe and that has remained true now. But then they had grown into normalcy and dare he say, it came with a sense of domesticity too. It crept up in small ways: with the patching of her dresses that grow worn at the edges, the mending of the soles of her boots to keep her steady and safe on her adventures, making passable meals that are slowly becoming more than just a bachelor's way of cooking.
Bent over a patch in the garden is she finds him. Though he looks up with a wary expression there is a fondness there that he doesn't bother to hide as the days have stretched on. Back in Mandarin he asks - ]
Do I have to get my antidotes ready?