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Show No Weakness - Part 10a/?
Date: 2012-09-24 10:42 am (UTC)The housecarl sat down and the Thane unwrapped the bandage slowly and carefully until revealing the horrific wound.
“Argis…” his thane said exasperatedly. Argis again shifted to move but the Thane was faster now putting a hand on his chest to stop him. “Stay.”
The Thane directly applied healing potion inside the wound, to flesh out and cure any infection. His Thane handed him a bottle with the label ‘Cure Diseases’ while he continued to apply small amounts of the healing potion. Argis drank it quickly and then Amund’s fingers reached for the needle and thread.
Argis dug his hand into the dirt and after a short while of preparation Amund put a hand on his shoulder to keep him still.
“Sorry.” He breathed before driving the needle into Argis’ flesh. Argis stifled his cry and bit the inside of his cheek. He tried his best not to move or squirm and the only sound he would let escape him was a growl of annoyance.
Once the wound was sewn Amund paused and looked at Argis. “Did you want us to walk back to Markarth or I can I heal you completely?”
Argis didn’t want to head back to Markarth, knowing full well any priestess wouldn’t do as good of a job as his Thane. Yet he scanned the surroundings they didn’t have much sunlight left and it would be fully dark by the time they got close to Markarth, which would leave them at risk of Forsworn ambushes. Yet despite this knowledge that the logical thing to do was stay he still said “And why would you want to heal me?”
The Thane just looked confused, unsure what to tell the housecarl, unable to read the man before him. “Why heal someone you hate?”
“I… I don’t hate you.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“I’ll admit, I did try to hate you, but you don’t make that an easy job.” Argis knitted his brow and stared at his Thane. “I thought it would be easier if I didn’t care about my follower.”
“Then why have one at all, just go alone.”
“I… uh… I’m too afraid…”Amund looked away and Argis averted his eyes from his Thane.
“Of what?”
“Dying alone…”
“Why did you try to hate me?” Argis said, quickly changing the topic
“I had a follower before and they died… I tried to go alone but nearly died. I managed to craw to some town and thought it best to have a follower again. I didn’t want to go through the emotion pain again so… I thought it would easy, I never knew how hard it would be.”