Rowan and Vorstag had an interesting cave dive recently. Their first Falmer encounter, their first chaurus hive, and their first Dwemer ruin all at once. They tested one another’s patience throughout.
First, Vorstag decided that the way to deal with a chamber full of blind enemies is to stand up and charge them while shouting. At the end of that debacle he had two of Rowan’s arrows in his back and several Falmer ones in his front. One of Rowan’s had been poisoned.
Then in a
very dark cave with some glare on the mist from glowing mushrooms, Rowan viciously and mistakenly attacked Vorstag with a flurry of blades, thinking he was a third chaurus. He responded with a quiet, “Hey.” I guess that armor she improved for him really works.
At the end he kept mentioning a warm fire and a belly full of mead while Rowan was loading him down with a bunch of metal stuff that she had no real reason to take other than, “It’s heavy, so it must be good for something.” They were not of like minds at that point.
After dodging a mysteriously rampaging mammoth during the star-lit walk home, the Whiterun crew spent a cozy night indoors. Lydia upstairs coughing in Rowan’s room, Vorstag downstairs yawning in his chair, and Rowan contentedly mixing potions and fooling around with all of the junk that ends up in the “MISC” endtable. (I wish storage had inventory tabs. Also, Breezehome would not make a comfortable marital dwelling.) It was a very good adventure close to home.