[Gladio watches him go, fingers closing on empty air.] That she was... [The words are spoken to the sea, their sound barely registering even to his own ears.
He follows behind Ravus and keeps his eyes open for any other promising pieces. His hand wraps around the one in his satchel - he knows exactly what this one will be used for. As they walk, Gladio spots a few good gnarls here and there and puts them in the satchel with the first.
The sun beats down relentlessly and the ocean breeze does little to ease the burning heat. And if Gladio in his shirtless glory is starting to feel warm, Ravus must be baking.] Hey Ravus, fancy a dip now?
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He follows behind Ravus and keeps his eyes open for any other promising pieces. His hand wraps around the one in his satchel - he knows exactly what this one will be used for. As they walk, Gladio spots a few good gnarls here and there and puts them in the satchel with the first.
The sun beats down relentlessly and the ocean breeze does little to ease the burning heat. And if Gladio in his shirtless glory is starting to feel warm, Ravus must be baking.] Hey Ravus, fancy a dip now?