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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (53/?)

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Hadvar laughed again before he called one of the women over to take a look at his wounds. The young girl was no healer but had the sober, businesslike expression of a person who had seen enough injured and dying people in her life to know that this was just another work. Rough, practiced hands changed his bandages and cleaned his wounds. She didn't talk to him at all, just finished her job and left them again after a few minutes to tend to someone else.

He missed Romlyn's gentle, careful touches, unskilled but caring, how the dunmer forgot about everything else to devote all of his energy to him. Every time his lover had touched one of his gashes he had apologized and asked if he had hurt him. Every night he had sat by his bedside until he had fallen asleep.

But that had been weeks ago.

"Say, Hadvar", he said when they were alone, "Do you have a family of your own?"

"Apart from my uncle and his kids, no."

"How come you aren't married yet? Still searching for the right woman?"

It was a strange conversation to have in a tent on a snow field near Windhelm next to injured and dying soldiers and with the stench of infected wounds permeating everything. Somewhere close to them a woman cried over her dead husband.

"They must have hit your head harder than I thought. Why do you care about my love life?"

"Just answer the damn question."

Hadvar snorted at his curt response but sat down next to his bedroll anyway. Not without poking his injured shoulder again, though.

"I don't know. Never really thought about it, either. But I guess it probably wouldn't work out anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been a soldier for five years, and during that time I've served in four different countries. The Legate will probably send me and my men back to Cyrodiil or wherever she wants as soon as the last rebels have been annihilated. I wouldn't be able to be with my wife for months, wouldn't be there to see my children grow up or anything like that. What would be the point?"

"Huh."

"But that's okay. I wouldn't even want that kind of life. Spending the rest of my life in one place, having some normal, boring job to provide for my wife, dealing with noisy, snotty brats... I don't see why anyone would want that. Besides, I just don't want to give up my freedom. Married life doesn't suit everyone."

"Indeed."

Thankfully someone had dragged the grieving woman away or shut her up somehow; now the pained groans of the wounded and the soft voices of the healers were the only background noise. Serano closed his eyes and tried to ignore the other people around them.

He was going to regret what he was about to do, he knew it already.

"Do you think-"

No, he couldn't do this after all.

"Please just forget we ever had this conversation."

He kept his eyes closed so he didn't have to see Hadvar's reaction.

There was an irritated grunt before the Nord threw a rag into his face and hit his shoulder for the third time today.

"Do you want my advice?", Hadvar asked.

"Not really, no. Why would you think that? I didn't intend to...", Serano sighed and trailed off.

"Maybe, yes", he admitted with a frown and decided to get this humiliating conversation over with.