The wall was nice. Very nice. Stable and solid and he could lean on it and no one would tip over including him. "Never more than a day or two. Not since we were born," he answered as best he could. He thought of trying to avoid looking Stephanie in the eyes, but it seemed useless, inevitable, and he'd gone and done it already by then. His eyes were dry, if red and swollen, but more mournful than a child whose puppy had been run over by a wagon.

"Vox Machina, they're... We're a family now, the kind you make for yourself. But not like me and Vex. No one has ever been like Vex, but... Vex'ahlia."