Dear Rubes,
I think sometimes it feels kind of cruel not to leave without saying goodbye, but I’m a little bit of a coward, and - I don’t know. Feels like I should be leaving something of me behind, after everything we’ve been through, so maybe this letter can stay with you longer than I can.

I wanted to say thank you. I know you’ve been through it, even though you’re young - and though you really shouldn’t have to be that way, I’m grateful for it. Not because you’re strong, but because you’re still you. I think that’s inspiring. I’ve seen the way combat and war and trauma can break people, turn them miserable and despairing, but your light is so fucking strong that it seems like it’s barely ruffled your feathers. You’ve been there for me in moments when I needed it - I hope I could have done the same for you, too.

It’s been an honor to get to know you. You’ve come to feel like family to me, Rubes, like a little sister. Thank you for looking out for my family as much as you already have. Can I selfishly ask you to look out a little more? Look out for Vin, especially. I know she’s going to need you, after everything. Write each other. Tell each other you love each other. Do it for me, if nothing else - but I don’t think you need the reminder, do you?

I love you, Rubes. Thank you for everything. Keep an eye out for ravens - I might be around more than you think.

Love,
Vax’ildan.

PS: Always thought you had the best taste in clothes. Hope this cloak serves you well.