“And I thought you didn’t know anything about restoration magic.”

“When did I ever give you that impression?” She looked at him quizzically.

“Anyone who studies Restoration would know that healing others is not the same as healing yourself. And you criticized my inability to do both.”

“Well, they’re both important.”

“So is your money.” He countered, “If you could have done this yourself, why didn’t you?”

“Maybe I didn’t want a strange man in my bed.” She quipped.

It was a bad idea, but he couldn’t stop himself, “And Vilkas isn’t a strange man?”

“That is none of your business.” The woman looked positively scandalized.

“Well, Sam certainly was…”

She hit him with a pillow. “No, I did NOT sleep with EITHER of them, so would you just drop it?”

“Did you sleep with Lydia?”

“She’s my housecarl!” That would be most improper!”

“More improper than sharing a bedroll with me?” The rogue Imperial grinned.

“Oh, you…!” The Dragonborn attacked his sides, and he shouted.

A knock on the door.

“My Thane? Is everything alright?”

The Dragonborn didn’t relent in her assault to answer. “Just fine, Lydia! I’m teaching an impertinent mage a lesson!”

“Oh… As you wish, my Thane.”

“No! Wait…!” Marcurio’s cries went unanswered.