"Good thing a Jarl's son still get some privileged treatment in the Legion, eh?" Galmar asked Ulfric as he unpacked their few belongings in Ulfric's private tent. "Better than a flimsy Healer's Tent, anyway."
Ulfric pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can only apologise to the poor Healer so many times before it sounds insincere."
Galmar snorted and waved a hand dismissively. "Not your fault, Ulfric, I told them no healing magic, but there's always one who thinks he knows better than me."
"You mean the First Healer thought he knew more about Restoration than you do? I'm shocked," Ulfric chuckled wryly. He sobered quickly, however. "How soon will it be before I am up and fighting again, Galmar? Did he say?"
Galmar shrugged. "He wasn't sure. I doubt you'll be bedridden for long, though. You're too annoying when you're like that. But you need to eat to build up your strength again, first. I can still see your ribs through your clothes. Speaking of which, do you want me to help you to change out of that shirt now? It needs washing. Or maybe burning."
Ulfric went very still. He thought for a long minute. "No, thank you, Galmar," he said eventually.
"I've seen what they did to you already, Ulfric. When I dressed and undressed you while we made our way south, and then again while you were unconscious," Galmar pointed out. "It's not as though you can shock me with your scars."
"I'd still prefer to continue using this shirt for now, my friend," Ulfric said, unaware that a pleading tone had crept into his voice.
Galmar wrestled to keep pity from his voice and eyes. "Fine. But tomorrow I'm bathing you - no arguments! You'll never heal if you don't keep clean. Take your sleeping draught."
"You realise that as my Housecarl I should be giving you orders?" Ulfric asked ascerbically.
"Just drink the damn thing so you don't keep me up the whole night," Galmar snapped.
"I'm sorry, Galmar, I did not realise..."
Galmar sighed, "no, no, Ulfric, I'm sorry. I was out of line. I just ... I hate seeing you taking so little care of yourself. And dammit I need to sleep if I'm going to do it right. And when you don't sleep, neither do I."
Ulfric drank the potion, making a face at the acrid taste, lay back and shut his eyes. He was asleep three heartbeats later.
Fill: It's Still Ulfric 3/?
"Good thing a Jarl's son still get some privileged treatment in the Legion, eh?" Galmar asked Ulfric as he unpacked their few belongings in Ulfric's private tent. "Better than a flimsy Healer's Tent, anyway."
Ulfric pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can only apologise to the poor Healer so many times before it sounds insincere."
Galmar snorted and waved a hand dismissively. "Not your fault, Ulfric, I told them no healing magic, but there's always one who thinks he knows better than me."
"You mean the First Healer thought he knew more about Restoration than you do? I'm shocked," Ulfric chuckled wryly. He sobered quickly, however. "How soon will it be before I am up and fighting again, Galmar? Did he say?"
Galmar shrugged. "He wasn't sure. I doubt you'll be bedridden for long, though. You're too annoying when you're like that. But you need to eat to build up your strength again, first. I can still see your ribs through your clothes. Speaking of which, do you want me to help you to change out of that shirt now? It needs washing. Or maybe burning."
Ulfric went very still. He thought for a long minute. "No, thank you, Galmar," he said eventually.
"I've seen what they did to you already, Ulfric. When I dressed and undressed you while we made our way south, and then again while you were unconscious," Galmar pointed out. "It's not as though you can shock me with your scars."
"I'd still prefer to continue using this shirt for now, my friend," Ulfric said, unaware that a pleading tone had crept into his voice.
Galmar wrestled to keep pity from his voice and eyes. "Fine. But tomorrow I'm bathing you - no arguments! You'll never heal if you don't keep clean. Take your sleeping draught."
"You realise that as my Housecarl I should be giving you orders?" Ulfric asked ascerbically.
"Just drink the damn thing so you don't keep me up the whole night," Galmar snapped.
"I'm sorry, Galmar, I did not realise..."
Galmar sighed, "no, no, Ulfric, I'm sorry. I was out of line. I just ... I hate seeing you taking so little care of yourself. And dammit I need to sleep if I'm going to do it right. And when you don't sleep, neither do I."
Ulfric drank the potion, making a face at the acrid taste, lay back and shut his eyes. He was asleep three heartbeats later.
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