"You did. I did. It didn't do me any more good than it did you, and I'm the one with the reason to keep my fucking head on straight." Keyleth was... Beautiful, and statuesque, yet a force of nature to be reckoned with. She was light and life and laughter, a Druidic elven princess who would one day lead her people. Her heart was so tender, even after all the shit they'd been through, and he wanted so much to be even half as good as she was so effortlessly. He would do anything for her.

Which made him feel so much worse about wanting to reassure Stephanie with more than words.

"Let's just... We can let this one go. Can't we?"