“You can finish healing me…” Argis whispered, just loud enough for the Thane to hear. “Besides, if we walk now we won’t make it to Markarth before the sun goes down and we’ll probably be ambushed by Forsworn… I’ll start a fire.”
Amund watched as his housecarl flittered around the campsite, seemingly taking as long as possible to start a fire. The Thane watched his sworn protector very closely as he prepared a fire pit. He didn’t dare offer his housecarl a hand but just watched and once the fire was lit patted the ground beside him for Argis to take a seat.
“Where did you learn to heal people?” Argis asked as his Thane applied a healing potion. “It’s usually the job of-”
“Priests, I know. I learnt from my mother who was a priestess. I was going to become a blacksmith and never really thought it would come in handy, but now I’m thankful to her every damn day.” Argis shifted his weight and moved his arm giving his thane better access to the area. “Do you have family?” Argis laughed slightly. “What?”
“Just thinking about the last time I tried to get to know you is all.”
“Well… uh family, you got any?”
“None that I care to talk about.” Argis said coldly.
“Orphan I take it?”
“No, my parents are alive I know where they are but whether they’d like to see me is another story.”
“I’d like to know the story of your eye.” Argis winced as his Thane began to apply healing potion to his broken ribs.
“Not much to tell, I was foolish and got scratched by a sabre cat, lost my eye, been an out cast ever since.”
“How old were you?”
“Young.”
“Young?”
“Enough.”
“Argis, I want to know, why aren’t you telling me?” The wound and well and truly healed over and the breaks had all long since healed but Argis didn’t want his Thane to remove his hands…
“It’s a stupid piece of information. Where’s your family?” Amund raised an eyebrow at his housecarl but continued to massage him as he spoke.
“They’re in Cyrodiil, safe hopefully.”
“Do they know about you being Dragonborn and what you’re doing in Skyrim?”
“They think I’m learning the blacksmith trade at the Skyforge. My mother would have a fit if she knew half the things I had done.” Argis chuckled with his Thane and then they settled into a rather uncomfortable silence.
--- Curse you character limits! I have a feeling you all know whats coming next, if you know what I mean. *wink wink*
Show No Weakness - Part 10b/?
Amund watched as his housecarl flittered around the campsite, seemingly taking as long as possible to start a fire. The Thane watched his sworn protector very closely as he prepared a fire pit. He didn’t dare offer his housecarl a hand but just watched and once the fire was lit patted the ground beside him for Argis to take a seat.
“Where did you learn to heal people?” Argis asked as his Thane applied a healing potion. “It’s usually the job of-”
“Priests, I know. I learnt from my mother who was a priestess. I was going to become a blacksmith and never really thought it would come in handy, but now I’m thankful to her every damn day.” Argis shifted his weight and moved his arm giving his thane better access to the area. “Do you have family?” Argis laughed slightly. “What?”
“Just thinking about the last time I tried to get to know you is all.”
“Well… uh family, you got any?”
“None that I care to talk about.” Argis said coldly.
“Orphan I take it?”
“No, my parents are alive I know where they are but whether they’d like to see me is another story.”
“I’d like to know the story of your eye.” Argis winced as his Thane began to apply healing potion to his broken ribs.
“Not much to tell, I was foolish and got scratched by a sabre cat, lost my eye, been an out cast ever since.”
“How old were you?”
“Young.”
“Young?”
“Enough.”
“Argis, I want to know, why aren’t you telling me?” The wound and well and truly healed over and the breaks had all long since healed but Argis didn’t want his Thane to remove his hands…
“It’s a stupid piece of information. Where’s your family?” Amund raised an eyebrow at his housecarl but continued to massage him as he spoke.
“They’re in Cyrodiil, safe hopefully.”
“Do they know about you being Dragonborn and what you’re doing in Skyrim?”
“They think I’m learning the blacksmith trade at the Skyforge. My mother would have a fit if she knew half the things I had done.” Argis chuckled with his Thane and then they settled into a rather uncomfortable silence.
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Curse you character limits! I have a feeling you all know whats coming next, if you know what I mean. *wink wink*