The thing about the earrings Allura had made for Vox Machina was that they were an open channel, once you activated them - the same channel. It was useful to be able to hear cross-party chatter at a distance, be it for entertaining banter, battle tactics, emergencies...

Vax'ildan heard the voice come across at the exact same moment it sounded through Percy's own earring. That same sweet, pretty, satin-soft voice that had his own accent, his own training, the unlikely influence of both low-born backwater humans and high-born elven language tutors. The same voice he'd heard all his life. In his dreams.

"Vex'ahlia," he blurted his way forcibly past the near-choking grip around his throat, loud and immediate and urgent, not giving the first single fuck her words hadn't been addressed to him. As breathless and emotional as hers had been. "Vex! Vex, where are you?!"

...Innkeeper. Innkeeper. Did she mean...