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Show No Weakness - Part 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

When Argis woke in the morning he practically clawed his way of the man’s grip he found himself in. Panic coursed through his body for a moment and then he recalled the night before.

He looked down and saw the bruise in his leg had been fully healed, undoubtedly the work of Amund in the night. Amund was still asleep soundly despite Argis’ flailing moments before.

In silence Argis collected his pants, loincloth, boots and the parts of his armour that made it into the tent. After hastily pulling on his undergarments and pants he left the tent in search for his tunic.

His legs were stiff and sore but he pushed through any discomfort in an effort to walk normally. He found his blood stained tunic and pulled it on, they would be back in Markarth soon and he could by a new one there.

Before dressing any further Argis rekindled the fire and began to prepare a breakfast. Once the food was cooking in the pot the housecarl strapped every last piece of his armour on as tightly as possible, even bothering to secure his sword on his person, something he usually left until they were just about to leave.

He heard movement inside the tent and quickly turned his back to it heat rushing to his cheeks. He played with the cooking food in an attempt to look busy as he heard footsteps behind him.

“Good morning.” He heard his Thane say.

“Morning.” Argis grumbled in response. His Thane said nothing more but sat opposite Argis and raised an eyebrow. With no further questions Amund began to slowly dress.

“When we get back to Markarth you can have the day off…” Amund said slowly, picking up on whatever mood Argis was in.

“Thanks.” He grumbled collecting two bowls to fill with breakfast. He split a loaf of bread handing the larger part to Amund and then spooned the stew into the bowls leaving a larger proportion for his Thane.

“Why do you always give me a larger portion that what you give yourself?” Amund mused out loud with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“You’re a thane. It’s one of my duties as a housecarl.” Argis said, still grumbling when he spoke.

“Oh.” They ate in an awkward silence, neither willing to speak yet both wanted the awkwardness to end. They didn’t even speak when they began to take the campsite down and Argis didn’t even protest when Amund began to help. Once everything was packed Argis loaded it all onto the pack and hoisted it onto his back. Then Amund broke the silence.

“Let me carry something.” Amund offered.

“No.” Argis grunted before he began to set off on the road towards Markarth. The Thane felt guilt in waves as he looked at his housecarl who was dutifully carrying an atrocious amount. He shouldn’t bring so much along.

The walk was quick, quiet and soon they were walking into Vlindrel Hall. Argis placed the pack into the middle of the room and waited for Amund.

“Oh yes, you’re dismissed for the day.” As Argis walked back outside Amund slumped. “I need a drink.” He murmured to himself and began to make his way to the Silver-Blood Inn.

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