Plot work, Hob and Ilgor trying to fix things.

He reached his hand out, other clutching a burlap sack slung over his shoulder. Tendons pulling tight as his fingers gripped the handhold to pull himself up the final step. She didn't say anything while he sat down next to her with a heavy sound, his braid slapping the ground as he laid back trying to catch his breath. Tucking her knees up closer to her chest, she looked down at him question in her eyes.   He reached across his chest, pulling out a bottle of thick looking spirit from the burlap sack. Not bothering to move from his position, chest rising and falling as air slowly filled his lungs. He pulled out a slightly steaming cloth wrapped bundle as well, followed suit by a small wheel of cheese that the Raiders had just bought from the farmer earlier that day. With a twirling motion of his hand, she laughed at him and grabbed the bottle.   "What are you doing here Hob? I didn't tell anyone where I was going." Illy said pulling the cork out with her teeth.   "Figured you could use the company." He said breathlessly.   "I don't." She said as she took a drink from the bottle before handing it to his outstretched hand.   "Quit being a bitch. You can act all big and strong as much as you want. Ever since your Ceremony you've been distant with everyone. What's going on? Mother told me she can't get you to talk much these days." He took a drink from the bottle sitting up to look at her. He figured she would be quiet for a while before answering, taking a few more pulls from the spirit as they watched the stars move slowly across the sky. "What happened?"   Hob opened the now cooled bread he had wrapped in the cloth, ripping a piece off for her. Pulling out of nowhere a pat of fresh butter handing her his knife. "Who gave you the bread? It smells great." She responded, deflecting as she cut away a few pieces with the sweet cheese.   "Shows what you know, I made it. Man of many talents I am, baker, hunter, Raider, just need to learn when my own arrogance gets me in trouble." She smiled at his self inflicted jab, beckoning for the bottle back. "Are you going to keep your problems hidden, or are you going to realize you have allies."   Pausing mid sip to side eye him before finishing her draft. The moon had crested over the eastern horizon from their vantage point, a dim thing. Barely enough light to see the surface of the seas with, far down below them a swarm of fireflies finished their flight for the night, each earth-bound star winking out of existence. "I don't know what's got it's teeth in me. It's a feeling I can't shake, I'm just. I don't know."   "What do you mean?" Hob asked, leaning back on his elbows.   "I guess, everything Mother Kari is telling me feels a lot more empty. She told me what I was supposed to see and experience in the Ceremony, and that just didn't happen. I just didn't see that much of The Great Father. I don't know how to explain it." She said, setting the bottle down between them.   Hob was quiet, just letting her talk. Feeling like an interruption would ruin the moment for her to open up at least a little again. "I don't really understand why my voice is stronger now. I notice it constantly, when I speak even the Family seeks me out. Just making noise in the Ancient Forest the birds go silent, the insects stop singing. Like I'm some threat wandering through the world, I still feel bad at seeing Kari at the end of my saber that night, I couldn't separate dreams from reality. I just want to know why Bhal feels so absent now."   She tucked her knees up to her chest again, that dress she had to wear now bunching uncomfortably. Enough that Hob could see it on her face. He took his long shirt off, turning away from her he handed it to her. "Well this is the oddest proposal I've ever heard of." She jabbed, though he knew she was joking.   "Your like a damned sister to me, knock it off and put something on that's more comfortable for you rather than that dress Mother wears. Keep talking, you need to vent."   I could feel through our connection, she felt genuinely touched at it. Pulling the garment off herself and pulling his on. "Why do you care if I'm comfortable Hob, you're the last person I'd expect any real sympathy from."   "Because what you told me in the caves, and in the tidal pools. You have a point." He responded, turning back to her.