[It doesn’t take much for Vander to be willing to lend a helping hand to another. The neighborly spirit it cultivates is familiar old territory, and something all the more important to foster with a rag-tag group rallying under a new banner in a new world. The Meridian were his people now, and he’d make sure to be there for them. So when he arrives on the island prior to the festivities starting and spots the young man hefting the weighty barrels of booze, it’s a no-brainer to make his way over there to help.
(If he were honest with himself he could admit that it may be slightly less altruism moving him here today and more that he’s feeling perpetually antsy if left idle for too long, ever since he’d been dragged out of that cage in the Below. But that’s not a problem fit for confronting right now.)
Byleth is in the process of grabbing another keg when Vander arrives, one hand raised in a simple greeting.]
Hey there. That’s tiresome work, let me give you a hand with it.
[And despite how tired Vander looks, he wastes no time in grabbing a keg of his own and hefting it up over a shoulder, steadying it with his other hand. Might as well put this strength of his to good use, right?]
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(If he were honest with himself he could admit that it may be slightly less altruism moving him here today and more that he’s feeling perpetually antsy if left idle for too long, ever since he’d been dragged out of that cage in the Below. But that’s not a problem fit for confronting right now.)
Byleth is in the process of grabbing another keg when Vander arrives, one hand raised in a simple greeting.]
Hey there. That’s tiresome work, let me give you a hand with it.
[And despite how tired Vander looks, he wastes no time in grabbing a keg of his own and hefting it up over a shoulder, steadying it with his other hand. Might as well put this strength of his to good use, right?]