Hello yes I have a new fandom and I'm Boo Boo the Fool and ended up shipping another rare pair damn it. Don't know how many chapters this is gonna be but I wanna write about these two as the events of the game play out. Enjoy y'all as we suffer in rare pair hell together!

Primrose was silent as she stared at the campfire, watching as the flames licked at the logs. They weaved around each other in an intricate dance that she admired, and it helped her take her mind off of the horrible events of the day.

A deep sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes. Her cruel, former master was dead by her hand, but at the cost of her only friend all these years. Yusufa...She deserved so much better than what she got, and Primrose deeply regretted not being able to save her.

Despite her friend's untimely passing, a beacon of hope emerged for Primrose's desire to seek revenge for her father's murder. She finally, after waiting so long in the hellhole of Sunshade, had a lead to one of the murder's whereabouts. She would go to Stillsnow, kill him, and hopefully acquire the location of the other two men in the process. Luckily, it seemed that she would not be going alone.

Primrose had been surprised and wary when she had run into a trio of strangers when she was ready to pursue Helgenish and the man with the mark of the crow. She did not want to trust them so quickly, but seeing that they were well armed made her change her mind quickly, and they had been a great help at bringing down Helgenish and his goons. She learned after the whole ordeal that the three were traveling for their own reasons, and Primrose decided to join them. Safety in numbers and all that.

"Hey, Primrose?"

The dancer was pulled from her thoughts and she looked up to find one of her new companions smiling at her, his arms filled with various plants and herbs that he had just collected. Her first impression of Alfyn was that he was a kind and helpful man. He had been the one to suggest that he and his other companions help her track Helgenish, and he wouldn't have taken no for an answer. However, he was still a stranger to her and she eyed him warily as he sat down next to her.

"Hello, Alfyn. Where are the other two?" Primrose asked when she noticed that he was alone.

"Ah, well, H'aanit went off hunting for a good meal, and ended up dragging Therion with her to help carry it back. I just helped myself to some of the local flora. Can't wait to see what I can whip up with this!" he said, the giddiness oozing from his voice as he spread his spoils out before him and set down his satchel. A small smile crossed Primrose's face. She admired how passionate Alfyn was about his work as an apothecary, and he seemed to be very skilled at it as well. He turned his attention back to her and asked "Are you doing okay? I...know you've had a, ah, hard day."

"I will be alright. I thank you for asking. I am just dealing with a whirlwind of emotions at the moment." Primrose said, sighing slightly as she turned her head away. She would not say more; strangers like him did not need to know the details of how she felt.

"Well, if you every need anything, I'm always here to listen." he said, smiling brightly. Primrose turned to look back at him with narrowed eyes, studying his face carefully. Primrose was good at reading people, and she was surprised to see that Alfyn seemed to be genuine in his statement.

"Ah! Speaking of that..." Alfyn suddenly said as he rummaged in his satchel. He pulled out a jar with a green substance in it and studied it, before nodding to himself.

"So, I have this salve here, and it may be helpful in easing the pain in your foot."

Primrose's eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing again with suspicion. She thought that she had been hiding her injured foot well enough, but apparently Alfyn was more observant that she had first realized. Her gaze moved from the jar in his hand and back up to him. She didn't want to trust him so easily, but his bright smile and the concerned look in his eyes made her feel like he was being sincere.

"I am...amazed that you noticed. It really is nothing, Alfyn. You need not waste your salves on me." She did not want to burden the man with such a minor pain, but Alfyn shook his head.

"Aw, shucks, Primrose. You don't need to put on a brave face for me. Call it a healer's intuition, but I think this might be hurting you more than you want to admit. You've been limping a bit ever since we left Sunshade." he said, tilting his head at her.

"Hmm, you did notice. Bravo. I thought my acting was better than that." she muttered, frowning slightly. She then nodded and removed the shoe on her injured foot. "Very well. I accept your help. What do you require in return?"

"Aw, you don't need to give me anything." Alfyn said, chuckling as he opened the jar and scooped out a bit of the salve. He carefully grasped her ankle and rubbed the green paste on the arch of her foot, and she winced slightly as the small wound stung.

"Sorry. Should'a warned you about the stinging. But I think your foot'll feel a lot better in the morning." Alfyn said. He dug around in his satchel again and pulled out some bandages and wrapped up her foot securely. Primrose was impressed with how gentle he was, but she was perplexed at his refusal for payment.

"Alfyn, you must want something in return for your service." she said, eyeing him warily. She had been around enough men these long years as a dancer, and one thing she learned was that they never did anything nice without expecting something in return. They usually took their payment in money, or they pushed for something more...intimate.

"Well, when you put it that way..." Alfyn said as he gently set Primrose's foot back on the ground. "I just want one thing then. I want you to take it easy and get well as fast as possible." The smile that crossed his face was so blindingly bright that Primrose was rendered speechless for a moment.

"But, Alfyn..." Primrose tried to protest, but she was cut off as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Aw jeez, Primrose. I don't need any payment from you, really. I just...want to see you get better. To be happy. That's worth more to me than any amount of money." he said. She flinched slightly at his touch, but quickly relaxed as she felt her cheeks flush. Normally she was wary of being touched by any man, because most had ill intentions to touch her further. It was different with Alfyn. It was a friendly touch, with no indication of an intent to go further. It was...odd to Primrose.

"Ah, it looks like H'aanit and Therion were successful in their hunt!" Alfyn said, his gaze moving behind Primrose as he removed his hand from her shoulder. She frowned at the loss of contact, but her hunger suddenly was at the forefront of her mind when she saw the massive boar that the huntress had managed to kill for them. Primrose smiled as she and Alfyn joined the two in helping prepare the meal, and she felt like she belonged somewhere for the first time in a very, very long time.