“Well,” Siobhan announced cheerfully, “I think that's everything.” Her knapsack was slumped on the inn's counter, where it had been filled with food and mead for the journey. “Thanks for letting me stay here, Dagur.” The innkeeper shook his head, gesturing at Nelacar.
“Thank him. He's the one paying me to stay here,” he reminded her, chuckling. “Still. It's not like I would've thrown you to the wolves, with the state you were in. So...you're welcome.” Nelacar opened her bag yet again, his lips tight.
“Are you sure you have everything you need? It's a long journey to Whiterun,” he warned her, resting his hand on her arm. The Breton grabbed her pack from him and closed it once more, leveling him with a reproachful look.
“Come on now, Nelacar,” he replied teasingly. “I'm going by carriage. Everything's going to be fine.” She slung the bag over her shoulder and motioned for him to follow her. The two disappeared into his room once more, where she dropped the bag in the nearby chair. “I keep telling you that, you know. Everything is going to be fine,” she repeated. The Altmer looked anxiously at her all the same.
“I know, it's the most likely situation...but you'll have to forgive me for worrying all the same,” he sighed. Siobhan softened, taking a step forward and taking both of his hands in hers.
“I understand. I'll write to you the moment I get home,” she promised him with a reassuring smile. Nelacar rubbed the backs of her hands with his thumbs, moving closer as well.
“And if you should start feeling ill again--”
“--I'll come back if I can make the journey, and write to you if I can't,” the girl finished in her best imitation of his voice. “But I won't. You know that. I might get Rockjoint every now and again, but there are potions for that. My soul is fine, you saw it yourself.” She smiled tentatively up at him. “I don't mean to mock you, Nelacar. I'm not used to being doted on the way you like to.” The Altmer pulled her in now, giving her an affectionate squeeze and resting his face in her hair.
“I suppose I'm used to taking care of you,” he admitted, before pulling away enough to look at her again. “Promise me you'll remember to write.”
“I promise I'll remember to write,” Siobhan replied teasingly, though her eyes were soft. Honestly, how could he expect her to forget. “And I'll be back to see you, soon enough.”
“Good,” Nelacar said, finally releasing her. “Then, I suppose I shouldn't keep you. The carriage is probably waiting--” He was silenced by the girl pushing herself up on her toes and kissing him again, throwing her arms around him as she did. His eyes drifted shut, and he pulled her closer once more, relaxing at the feeling.
“The carriage can wait,” Siobhan said quietly, grinning up at him. “I think I'm up for a little more than just a kiss to say goodbye.” Nelacar instantly felt his heart quicken, but glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being watched before guiding her back towards the bed she had become so familiar with.
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“Thank him. He's the one paying me to stay here,” he reminded her, chuckling. “Still. It's not like I would've thrown you to the wolves, with the state you were in. So...you're welcome.” Nelacar opened her bag yet again, his lips tight.
“Are you sure you have everything you need? It's a long journey to Whiterun,” he warned her, resting his hand on her arm. The Breton grabbed her pack from him and closed it once more, leveling him with a reproachful look.
“Come on now, Nelacar,” he replied teasingly. “I'm going by carriage. Everything's going to be fine.” She slung the bag over her shoulder and motioned for him to follow her. The two disappeared into his room once more, where she dropped the bag in the nearby chair. “I keep telling you that, you know. Everything is going to be fine,” she repeated. The Altmer looked anxiously at her all the same.
“I know, it's the most likely situation...but you'll have to forgive me for worrying all the same,” he sighed. Siobhan softened, taking a step forward and taking both of his hands in hers.
“I understand. I'll write to you the moment I get home,” she promised him with a reassuring smile. Nelacar rubbed the backs of her hands with his thumbs, moving closer as well.
“And if you should start feeling ill again--”
“--I'll come back if I can make the journey, and write to you if I can't,” the girl finished in her best imitation of his voice. “But I won't. You know that. I might get Rockjoint every now and again, but there are potions for that. My soul is fine, you saw it yourself.” She smiled tentatively up at him. “I don't mean to mock you, Nelacar. I'm not used to being doted on the way you like to.” The Altmer pulled her in now, giving her an affectionate squeeze and resting his face in her hair.
“I suppose I'm used to taking care of you,” he admitted, before pulling away enough to look at her again. “Promise me you'll remember to write.”
“I promise I'll remember to write,” Siobhan replied teasingly, though her eyes were soft. Honestly, how could he expect her to forget. “And I'll be back to see you, soon enough.”
“Good,” Nelacar said, finally releasing her. “Then, I suppose I shouldn't keep you. The carriage is probably waiting--” He was silenced by the girl pushing herself up on her toes and kissing him again, throwing her arms around him as she did. His eyes drifted shut, and he pulled her closer once more, relaxing at the feeling.
“The carriage can wait,” Siobhan said quietly, grinning up at him. “I think I'm up for a little more than just a kiss to say goodbye.” Nelacar instantly felt his heart quicken, but glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being watched before guiding her back towards the bed she had become so familiar with.
“I...I suppose the carriage can wait,” he agreed.