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It had been a long day of travel and Beau collapsed on her bedroll clutching her rib she was pretty sure was broken. She winced as Jester flopped down next to her making the ground shake.
“Beau?”
“ mm sleeping jester” she replied rolling over.
“But-“ Jester sighed and fell silent as Beau pulled her cloak over her head.
As she drifted off to sleep Beau heard Jester getting out her journal and whispering to the traveler.
Only to wake up in the pitch black, freezing cold and, wet?
She pushed herself up on her bedroll trying to take stock of the situation, rain? Did her wine skin spill? And then she realized she was wet because SHE had had an accident. “No no no no no.” She whispered to herself shifting and pulling her knees to her chest wincing as her trousers and small clothes clung to her legs. Her face felt hot and wet too and her eyes stung and she realized she was crying. She tried to take a steadying breath but instead her breath hitched and her exhale came out a sob. She tried again only for another sob to escape her.
“Beau?” A sleepy Jester asked
Beau took another shaky breath.
“Beau” Jester sat up, “What’s wrong?” She scooted closer and Beau tried to push her away.
“Beau- oh…” Jester paused in surprise evidently having discovered the source of Beau’s upset.
“oh Beau it’s okay I have acc’dents too hang on I’ll get a grown up.”
“No Jessie wait!” Beau tried to whisper but her voice broken into another sob and Jester was already walking across the dome to wake up Fjord.
She shook his shoulder “ Fjord, Fjoooorrrdd, Beau needs youu”
“Hm, what?” He yawned, blinking to find Jester’s face far too close to his. “Ah Jester we’ve talked about this it’s dark out you need to sleep.”
“But Fjorrdddd Beau needs help.”
“Hm? “ Fjord sat up and looked across the dome to a very upset, and surprisingly, small, looking Beau. “Her too?” He whispered to Jester who nodded happily apparently oblivious to the fact that Beau had never in all the time Jester, and more recently Caleb had been little around the group given any indication that she was also a Somechild. Come to think of it Fjord was pretty sure the Cobalt Soul didn’t usually take Somechildren as Monks, and certainly wouldn’t promote them to be expositors.
He got up, and Beau tried to hide under her blanket.
“Beauregard.” Fjord knelt down by her head noting the wet spot on the ground.
“No.”
“Beau, we don’t have to talk about anything right now, and neither I, nor Jester,” he shot a serious look at the tiefling, “will tell the group before you’re ready, but let me help I imagine you’re rather uncomfortable. “
“Cold.” Beau’s voice said from under the blanket.
“Yes, I imagine so, come on let me help.”
Slowly Beau lowered the blanket revealing her face tear-stained and eyes puffy.
“Come on sweetheart, let me help.” He repeated taking her hand.
Fjord helped her move her bedroll away from the wet ground and cast prestidigitation first on the bedroll then on Beau herself.
“There little one all better. Ready to go back to sleep?”
Beau nodded, already snuggling back into her now dry bed roll.
“ Goodnight Beauregard” Fjord said stroking her hair as she closed her eyes. Then he turned to shoo Jester back into bed, with a very firm whispered warning about how she was not to discuss this in the morning.