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Chapter
43: From the Sky
�For the last time, Berwen, I am
NOT lovers with Dratha!� Alyssa exclaimed, crossing her arms in frustration.
�But you kissed her and spent the
night at her tower� she probably thinks you�re lovers!� Berwen protested,
searching through a crate upstairs at her flat.
�But I thought you and I were
lovers.� What happened to THAT, hmm?� Alyssa asked sarcastically.� Berwen
giggled, pulling out an armful of vials, which she hurriedly carried towards
the stairs.
�Yeah but you girls are REAL
lovers.� I think it�s cute.� Not that I don�t love you!� Berwen smirked,
jumping up to kiss Alyssa�s cheek before she hurried downstairs.� Alyssa
sighed.� She knew it was useless to argue, but for some reason she still felt
defensive about it.
�And wasn�t she going to teach you
all the pleasures of your own body?� Berwen giggled, �That is SUCH a corny
line.� I can�t believe someone like Dratha would use it.� Maybe it was cool
like, back in the days of Nerevar or something.�
�Well I don�t remember exactly what
she said, but yes, I think that was the general idea� Oh for crying out loud!�
I�m sorry I ever told you anything!� Alyssa huffed, turning to sulk on the bed.
�No you�re not!� Berwen�s voice
came from downstairs, �You�re just mad �cause you made out with Dratha and now
you�re having a confused identity crisis.� I mean, come on� you can figure out
your own body if you just spend enough time exploring it.� I could give you
some bug musk and shein and you could have fun all day � it�ll be great!� I
promise I won�t let any customers upstairs � honest!�� Alyssa�s expression was
a mixture of shock and horror, but no one was around to see it.� She regained
her composure, glancing over the railing at the little Bosmer, who was happily
humming some tune or another as she stocked her wares on the shelves of her
shop.
�I do NOT have an identity crisis,
and I�m not that desperate, thank you very much!� Alyssa retorted haughtily.
�Yeah well you don�t have to be
�desperate� to pleasure yourself.� That�s just common courtesy!� I mean, if YOU
can�t do it, how�d you expect someone else to be able to do it for you?� They
can�t feel what you�re feeling!� Berwen replied.� Alyssa stared at her.� She
didn�t like this conversation much, and decided not to dignify Berwen�s suggestion
with a response.� She glared at the wall instead.
�Well you gotta do something to get
yourself out of this funk!� You�ve been moping for weeks, and honestly, it�s
getting old!� Berwen complained.
�My lover is dying of corprus and
one of the last things I ever did was get him locked in the Tel Mora dungeons,�
Alyssa glared, �I think I have a reason to be depressed.�
�Yeah well� the disease has
probably progressed enough by now that he�s a fat bloated pus-filled thing with
no memory of you OR the Tel Mora dungeons.� So he�s basically dead anyway.� You
might as well start living again.� At least you didn�t have to watch it like I
did.� Ick, that was nasty!� Berwen made a face.
�That is a horrible thing to say
about someone�s lover.� You�ve just never had a lover, Berwen, so you don�t
understand!� Alyssa replied angrily.
�Yeah, well, you should�ve taken
that big Altmer guy in Tel Branora as a lover.� He sounded hot!� I bet you�d
forget that other sickly dude in a heartbeat,� Berwen smirked, returning up the
stairs.
�What, Mollimo?� Are you crazy?!�
When someone you love dies, you are just NOT in the mood for sex!� Alyssa
protested.
�Yeah well, you should get out of
this silly black mourning garb � you look like an ash cloud,� Berwen giggled,
examining Alyssa�s sleeve carefully in her fingertips.� Alyssa pulled her arm
away.
�I wore these when my family died
and it is a sign of respect!� Unlike you, we do not have a big feast at our
funerals where the deceased is the main course!� Alyssa glared.
�You should though!� Makes for a
heck of a party,� Berwen replied cheerfully.� Alyssa sighed, lying back on the
bed.
�And seriously� a big, strong,
beautiful Altmer male offered to make love to you with no strings attached and
you turned him down?!� That REALLY would have made you feel better!� What were
you thinking?!�� Berwen asked incredulously, �I mean, if it were me, I�d take
his whip away and drive him into one of those pods and then��
�Oh for pity�s sake Berwen!� If you
really want to hook up with the captain of the Tel Branora guard, then go to
Tel Branora yourself!� Alyssa exclaimed exasperatingly.� Berwen looked alarmed.
�But� I�ve never been outside of
Tel Mora, and if I leave I� I might get raped or something!� Berwen replied,
looking shocked.� Alyssa glared at her.
�Berwen� for crying out loud.� Not
all men everywhere rape you and even so� someone who kidnaps men, ties them up
in her closet, and keeps them as sex slaves really can�t talk about rape
without sounding totally hypocritical,� Alyssa remarked caustically.
�I wasn�t kidnapping!� I was
borrowing!� I was going to put him back!� And he wasn�t really complaining all
THAT much, I mean, at least until the disease started manifesting�� Berwen
replied defensively.
�Men are still PEOPLE you know.�
You don�t just go around tying them up and making them do whatever vile things
you command,� Alyssa replied.� Berwen looked at her skeptically.
�Alyssa, you HAVE to tie them up,
otherwise they escape.� Everybody knows that!� I mean, maybe they have some
spell or something in High Rock to keep men around, but around here we�ve got
rope and it works just as well.� And besides� I wasn�t making him do anything TOO
vile!� Berwen retorted.� Alyssa sighed, bringing her hand to her head.
�I�m going to go for a walk.� I�ll
just� gather some alchemical ingredients or something�� Alyssa mumbled,
gathering her sack and heading down the stairs.� Berwen hurried after her.
�Oh stop it!� You know I�m only
trying to help!� Berwen pouted.� Alyssa stopped, shooting her a small smile
before she opened the door to the pod.
�I know Berwen.� It�s just� I
really need to be alone for a while, ok?� Alyssa replied.
�Oh� alright.� I�m sorry,� Berwen
replied, looking genuinely concerned, �I didn�t mean to hurt your feelings.� I
just, you know, get excited sometimes��
�It�s alright.� Listen, I�ll see
you tonight, ok?� Alyssa replied, �After you close shop for the night?�
�Yeah� ok.� Have fun picking weeds
or whatever,� Berwen sighed.� Alyssa shot her an apologetic smile, then headed
out the door.
It was a pleasant enough day along
the coast of Tel Mora.� There were a few clouds in the sky, just enough to give
some cover from the sunlight for flitting moments of time.� When the sun caught
them just right, the bright rays that shown through the haze created iridescent
colors across the calm ocean waves.� Alyssa clutched her ingredient bag to her
chest, wandering idly down the vinelike pathways.� She heard the sounds of
yelling before she spied Nina and Katie, nearly at one another�s throats down
by the docks.� For a moment, she watched them, fascinated that two women who
spent so much time together and professed such great love so often appeared
ready and willing to murder each other at a moment�s notice.� It was just their
way of showing affection, or so the others said.� She didn�t see how what they
were doing could be called �affection� per se� more like �aggression.��
Deciding she would rather keep out of it, she turned and headed east.� There
would be just as much saltrice and marshmerrow along the shores there as there
would be to the north.� The little island caves and rolling hills on some of
the smaller islands intrigued her, although she hated the constant hostility
from mudcrabs she had to endure.� Still, better to fight a mudcrab than to find
oneself in the midst of one of Nina and Katie�s epic battles.
It was still so new to her� all the
heavy thoughts and emotions.� She felt she should always wear black now � not
only for Malcus but for all the others who had died� who her family had killed�
and she had never even known.� Were they all beggars and prostitutes, or were
their orphan children amongst them?� The irony was that she was an orphan
herself now� although old enough to care and fend for herself� she hoped.�
Still, the misfortune had cut her time at the Arcane University tragically
short.� She would never be the mage she could have been, not now.
Predictably, she heard a sharp
squeal from the water as a large crab scuttled forth from the mud.� She hurried
quickly along the path, not wishing to fight it.� She didn�t want to kill
anything ever again if she could help it.� At least the specimens she worked on
in Dratha�s research facilities were already dead but still� how many of her
prisoners were innocent?� How many had she let die because of indifference and
fear to see the truth?� It was a chilling thought.
And she cut them up afterwards,
preparing their corpses for reanimation so that even in death they would know
no peace�� That man, the Dunmer with corprus in the pen with Malcus� she hadn�t
even tried to save him.� And he had begged for mercy� but there was no cure for
the disease and even Malcus had not pressed her.� But surely there were others�
that room was hardly the only one in the dungeon�
She sighed, finding a nice spot
along the beach where plenty of marshmerrow and saltrice was growing.� They
were always useful ingredients to have on hand.� She picked a few as she walked
leisurely along the beach.� Mixed they created a quality restoration potion,
but she didn�t care really.� Spreading her dress carefully, she settled down
onto the sand, picking the stalks idly and tossing them into her sack.� It
didn�t matter so much, really� Berwen already had high quality restoration
potions in her shop.� But it was always a good idea to practice one�s skills,
especially if it would help her focus on something else.� Anarenen would surely
be proud of her� well, actually� would he now?� She sighed.� She hoped he
would, at any rate.� Whatever else, he had always been a true friend to her.�
But even if Edwinna knew about their parents� use of necromancy, which Alyssa
sincerely hoped was not the case, she was certain Anarenen did not.� Edwinna
never told him anything, it seemed.� And she herself had played with those
little shimmering black soul gems, unaware that she held fragile flickering
lives in her hands�
The little island afforded a
beautiful view of the whole of Tel Mora, and the soothing ocean waves almost
drowned out the screams of Nina and Katie.� Almost.� Alyssa sighed.� Was there
ever really peace, anywhere?
Suddenly a flash streaked across
the sky overhead.� Alyssa�s eyes widened as she turned her gaze towards it.� It
was pummeling towards the ground at an alarming rate.� There was no time to
think or react before it hit the water with a huge splash, soaking Alyssa�s
dress.� She glared, standing quickly to get a closer look.� At least it was
only her mourning dress.� There was movement under the water.� Slaughterfish?� No�
a Dunmer in ornate robes.
There was no time to think, only to
react.� Alyssa screamed a water breathing spell and dove under the waves.� It
wasn�t deep but the water was becoming discolored quickly with red streams
flowing out from the figure�s body.� It would be only seconds before the slaughterfish
sensed the blood and began their attack.� She reached him in an instant and
grabbed him under his arms, pulling him quickly to shallower water.
His eyes were closed and he made no
movement.� At first she feared he was dead, but he was still warm.� What had
happened?� The water around them was becoming a crimson pool.� She cast a
feather spell, hauling him onto land.� Her dress was too heavy when wet, and
she tripped, falling back into the sand.� She tried to ignore the grains
clinging to her body and swept the heavy dress aside, pulling him onto land but
leaving a red trail behind them.
Another quick glance showed the
source of the blood � an iron shortsword was lodged in his gut, staining the
ornate black robes he wore.� The blood was oozing out from the wound in
rhythmic pulses, getting lost in the burgundy lining, and he made no attempt to
breathe.� Was he even alive?� She turned his head to the side, letting as much
of the water drain out as possible before she realigned his head.� How did this
trick work again?
�Hey Alyssa?!� What�s going on over
there?!� Nina�s voice called.� In a few moments, they would be in view.� Alyssa
panicked.
�Nothing!� I just jumped in the
ocean for a quick swim!� she called back.
�In your dress?!� Katie called back
incredulously.
�No!� I�m naked!� Give me a minute
please!� she called frantically.� She heard laughter, and knew that she had
bought only a short amount of time.� The enforcers would surely finish this mer
off if they saw him, for no other reason than for being a male.� She tilted his
head back, holding his nostrils shut with one hand as she pressed her lips to
his, breathing deeply into his lungs.� Water shot back and she backed away
quickly as he coughed, his dark eyes opening wide as he cringed, bringing his
hands to the sword at his belly.� The coughing motion clearly hurt him, but at
least he was breathing.
�Don�t move!� she hissed
frantically, �And don�t touch the sword or you�ll bleed to death in an
instant!�� He didn�t look at her, staring at the sky and taking short, shallow
breaths. �She wished she had something dry� her clothes were ruined.� But there
was still� her sack on the shore.� She scrambled to her ingredient sack nearby,
tearing her already wet dress on a nearby log in the process. Scrambling back
to the injured mer, she slipped off her petticoats and dumped the contents onto
them.� She tore the thin bag and reached down to his clothes, ripping them
slightly to expose him more.� The sword had moved since it was first lodged
making the injury even more menacing.� She caught sight of a hint of black
under the red blood beneath his ribs.� The bloody thing was lodged in his
liver, which was going to make removing it difficult without making the blood
loss even more excessive.� He had closed his eyes again, but he was breathing at
least� though it was shallow and weak.
Alyssa placed the torn sack at his
belly around the sword, trying to pack it in to halt some of the bleeding.� She
placed both hands over him, feeling them glow as she cast the strongest
restoration spell she knew, hoping it would be enough to keep him alive just a
bit longer.� She gasped, nearly falling back as her energy was drained.
�Alright Alyssa, you�ve had your
minute!� Nina called back with a laugh.� Not knowing what else to do, Alyssa
stood, stripping off her dress and throwing it over him.� It was a large dress,
but it didn�t cover everything.� She grabbed the wet clinging petticoats,
spreading them out to cover the rest of him quickly.� Some of his long hair
still spilled out, but at least it was black like her clothes� and this was
only for a moment.� The sword poked out obviously but�� She stood, kicking the
red sand to cover the trail of his blood.
�Wow, Alyssa!� You�re looking quite
stunning today!� Nina called.� Katie whistled.� Alyssa blushed.
�Mmm hmm. �I like what I see,�
grinned Katie, crossing her arms.
�Thank you, but really, I�m doing
just fine over here by myself,� she replied, �If you don�t mind that is, I was
rather enjoying my privacy.�� The bleeding mer beside her gasped, clearly
having difficulty breathing under the wet cloths.� He struggled softly and
panic rose in Alyssa�s chest.
�Please don�t move.� Please, gods,
don�t let them see him!� she prayed silently, running her hands over her own
skin in hopes of distracting them.� If they saw a man in this condition, she
assumed they would quickly finish him off, perhaps tossing the carcass to the Bosmer
for processing the next meal at The Covenant.� Still, the horrors that would
await him in Dratha�s dungeon if he lived were even more unpleasant to
comprehend.� Fortunately, the two enforcers were clearly more interested in
Alyssa�s nude form than in the pile of black clothing beside her.
�Please!� she said, suddenly making
a grand attempt at covering herself with her hands, �I just wanted a bath.� And
I really prefer to do it alone, if you don�t mind.�� The two women exchanged
smug glances, turning around with knowing grins.
�Suit yourself.� But if you ever
want some company� give us a call when we�re off duty,� Katie winked.� Alyssa
blushed again, but at least they finally turned to leave.� She bent down,
removing the cloth from the mer�s face.
His eyes were open.� They were a
deeper shade of red than she had previously seen, almost burgundy.� His skin
was darker too.� He looked into her eyes for only a moment, closing them again
softly.� If she didn�t get him somewhere soon, he wasn�t going to last much
longer.� But where?� Berwen would freak out at the sight of another man in her
house, particularly an injured one, Alyssa was sure of that.� There were the
sea caves nearby but she had never been inside one.� Where were they?� She
glanced around.� Yes, there was one just to the northeast a short ways�� She
gathered her energy, casting another restoration spell upon him as she took her
outer dress from where it covered his body, throwing it on haphazardly.� She
would leave the petticoats: there wasn�t time.
Casting a strong feather spell, she
drug the limp body towards the cavern door nestled in the rocks just a short
ways off.� Even with the spell, it required all her energy to move him.� She
gasped as he placed both hands around the sword, but fortunately he made no
attempts to remove it just yet.
Reaching the cavern door, she fell
upon it, trying to catch her breath.� This was going to be difficult.� She
hoped this cavern would not be one with endless winding passages and all manner
of hostile cave inhabitants� but it was a small island so�� Alyssa closed her
eyes, praying to anyone who would listen that this cavern would be suitable.�
She opened the door.
When her eyes adjusted to the
light, she could see that the cavern was relatively empty: just a large room
cut into the side of the rock.� Carefully she drug the mer inside, moving
slowly over the hard rock until he was out of the way of the door.� She rushed
back to where she had left the ingredients in her petticoats by the seashore,
kicking the sand on the say back to cover the trail of blood.
Who was this mer?� Why was he
here?� Who stabbed him?� He had fallen from the sky� was it teleportation?� A miscalculated
levitation or jump spell?� Whatever the case, she doubted he was one of Dratha�s
test subjects, and she doubted even more that he had actually attempted to land
in Tel Mora.� What male would?� Something was wrong.
She rushed back quickly and dumped
the contents of her petticoats on the floor.� This wasn�t going to work� even
with the correct ingredients she had nothing to mix them with.� Besides that,
her magicka was nearly drained.� She would have to run back to the pod.
She knelt beside the mer, using the
very last of her magicka reserves to heal what she could.� His eyes remained
closed and his breathing weak.� She could not tell whether or not her spell had
any effect.
�Don�t you dare die on me!� she
hissed, gathering her wet petticoats into a pillow to rest his head.� She ran
out of the cavern and raced to Berwen�s pod.
�Ahh!� What happened to YOU?!� Berwen
asked with a giggle.� She was in the midst of helping a customer, and two more
stood nearby idly examining wares.
�Oh, Nina and Katie just surprised
me and I went for a swim,� Alyssa grumbled, �Do you have a few restoration
potions I could, ah, borrow?� And some alchemical equipment?� Mine got lost in
the waves.�
�Yeah, lots.� It�s a trader shop,
you know?� Just take what you need from the stock upstairs and we can figure it
all out when you get home tonight, ok?� Berwen replied, handing the woman
before her a small vial with a wink.� Alyssa didn�t even have time to nod.� She
raced upstairs, throwing off lids left and right and grabbing all the
restoration potions she could carry.� She threw in a few magicka potions as
well for good measure, quaffing one quickly as she felt energy return to her
veins.� Wrapping them in a portable bedroll, she started down the stairs,
taking a beautiful mortar and pestle from the shelves and tossing it into the
mixture with the vials.
�Hey!� That�s one of my more
expensive items, so you�d better bring it back!� Berwen scolded.
�I will!� Alyssa answered, running
out the door.
�Oh don�t mind her, she�s just my girlfriend.�
We�re practically married, you know,� Berwen chirped happily as the door
closed.� Alyssa sighed.� Well, that was Berwen for you.
She made it back to the cavern with
the supplies, dumping them on the floor as soon as she entered.� She hadn�t thought
to bring a torch, but fortunately it was midday and sunlight filtered through
the cracks in the nearby door.� Alyssa propped it open slightly, then knelt
beside the mer.� He was still breathing� barely� and his skin was ice cold.�
She placed both hands on him, once again casting the strongest healing spell
she knew.� His skin remained like ice, but his eyelids fluttered briefly and
for a moment he gazed into her eyes.
�That sword in your gut is lodged
in your liver and right now it�s blocking some of the blood vessels.� It�s a
highly vascular organ.� I�ll get it out of you, but it has to stay in for right
now or you could bleed to death,� she explained.� His burgundy eyes were
listless but his breathing was regular.� Alyssa sighed, hoping this next part
wouldn�t take too long and would not give her � and him � away.� But she saw
little other choice in the matter.� Removing the sword would be too risky
otherwise.
Alyssa ran from the cavern as fast
as she could, nearly twisting her own ankle as she hopped across the water
towards Dratha�s tower.� She entered, ignoring the confused stares as she made
her way down to Dratha�s dungeon.� The processing room was filled with bodies
as usual.� Gelduin was on her knees skinning a human of some sort.
�Hiya!� Yikes!� What happened to
you?� she asked, eyeing Alyssa�s torn and wet clothing.
�Oh, I just jumped into the ocean
to avoid being caught in the middle of one of Nina and Katie�s arguments,�
Alyssa said, trying to catch her breath, �Hey, do you have any syringes?� I
need some blood for an experiment.�� Gelduin nodded, pointing towards a box on
the table.
�A few different sizes.� What kind
of blood do you need?� she asked.
�Dunmer.� Fresh and clean � no
diseases,� Alyssa replied.
�Oh, well there�s those two,� she pointed
to two bodies in the corner, �I think we were going to leave them for a while
before Dratha resurrects them, so the blood won�t matter if you take it� but
they�re fresh within the hour � the bigger one within the last 10 minutes.� Elphiron
just brought him in so he�s still warm.�� Alyssa cringed, trying not to think
of the matter too much.� They were already dead, she told herself, no matter
how recent the event.� There was nothing she could do about it now.� But if she
didn�t act quickly, there was going to be another dead Dunmer to add to the
pile.
Alyssa grabbed the syringes, and
rolled the body onto its side.� He was old, at least� as though that made some
kind of a difference.� She sighed, pulling out his arm and searching for the
vein with the needle.
�It�ll be a lot quicker and easier
if you just go straight for the heart,� Gelduin suggested, �What do you need it
for, anyway?�� Alyssa quickly removed the needle, grabbing a bigger one and
plunging it into the ribcage with a crack as it broke through the cartilage.�
She sighed with relief when the large vial quickly filled.� She set it aside,
readying another.� They were surprisingly heavy when filled.
�Just an analysis of differences
between racial groups.� I left my caldron bubbling so I�ve got to get back
soon,� Alyssa explained.� Gelduin burst out laughing.
�You mean your calcinator, I
presume?� Silly Breton witches�� she giggled.� Alyssa smiled.� Yes, calcinator��
She had over a liter of blood.� She hoped it was enough.� If not, she could
always come back later.� She thanked Gelduin, racing back to the cavern with
the filled vials.
To her relief the mer had not
moved, but was still breathing.� His eyes were closed and she assumed he was
either asleep or unconscious.� She crept towards him, laying the syringes out
next to where she sat, close enough that she could grab them if the need
arose.� She touched his face.� His skin was cold and clammy.� His eyes opened
for just a moment, noting her presence before they closed again.
�I�m going to get that sword out of
you now, but I need you to trust me.� And I need you to drink these potions
alright?� she told him.� He made no answer but nodded slightly.
Grabbing a few restoration potions,
she tenderly rested the mer�s head on her lap, trying to prop him up so he
could drink.� She opened the first bottle and held it to his lips.� As soon as
he moved his hands to take the flask from her, she opened another, setting it
aside carefully.� She placed both hands on the hilt of the sword and took a
deep breath.
�Alright, I�m going to pull this
out now, so be ready,� Alyssa told him, trying to hide the fear in her voice.�
She had never done this before.� Her training had only gone so far as explicit
instructions NOT to remove impacted objects.� It was better for a young student
to seek a more experienced healer for these sorts of things.� Yet� the only
healers here would sooner kill this mage than help him.� She had no choice but
to try it herself.
The blade moved and the man
flinched with pain.� Alyssa tried to ignore the distinct feel of flesh on steel
as she slowly removed it, watching in horror as the blood welled up rapidly and
flowed over the wound.� Losing consciousness almost instantly, the mer�s hand
dropped, and with it the bottle he was drinking.
�No!� Wait!� Alyssa cried, picking
up a second bottle and pouring it over the oozing wound.� It wasn�t enough.�
She picked up the spilled bottle and poured that over him as well, pressing the
makeshift bandages in as she cast another healing spell.� She thought she felt
the bleeding cease, but so much blood was already around her hands that she
couldn�t be sure.� She moved quickly, letting the mer fall against the ground
as she grabbed as many bottles as she could carry.
His breathing was beginning to
cease and was becoming increasingly irregular.� Alyssa panicked, her eyes
welling with tears as she tore open bottle after bottle, using her own dress to
wipe away the blood so she could see under the gore.� If she had ever been so
afraid in her life she couldn�t remember it.� His skin was like ice, although
the room was of a pleasantly cool temperature.� He was in shock� his body would
soon shut down from the blood loss.� The potions would help speed the
production of blood cells but he had lost too much already.
�No,� she prayed, �Please gods no!�
Just a few more minutes!�� She pushed a rock over, propping up his feet.� She
grabbed the blankets from the bedroll and threw them over him.� Then she
grabbed the vials of blood, taking his arm and holding it out.� She pressed the
needle into his flesh, searching for the median cubital vein.� It was tricky,
in Dunmer, and with so much blood loss she worried she would never find it.�
Finally she felt the familiar pop as the needle hit the vessel.� She drew back
on the syringe � yes, she was in the vein.� She attached a heavy vial and
slowly injected the contents, tossing it aside when it was empty and grabbing
another.
�Wake up!� Please wake up!� You
have to wake up or you are going to die!� she cried, finishing the transfusion and
tossing the needles and empty vials aside.� She took his head in her lap once
more and shaking him slightly.� A cry of joy escaped her lips when his eyelids
fluttered for just a moment.� She grabbed one of the nearby open bottles of
restoration potions.
�Drink this,� she commanded.� He
listlessly obeyed as she held the vial to his lips, pouring slowly so that he
would not choke.� Thank goodness � his breathing was becoming more regular
already.� Sighing with relief, she opened another bottle.� To her surprise he
reached up, taking it in his own hand and drinking it slowly.� She nearly cried
with delight.
�I�m going to start a fire to help
keep your body temperature up,� she explained, �I�ll get this bed set up for
you and then when you are ready you may find yourself more comfortable there.�
I can bring you food and drink when you are feeling up to it, but for now� I
have a feeling you will be taking those potions for quite some time.�� He
nodded slowly.� The look in his eyes was faraway and unreadable.� Alyssa
carefully left him, setting up the room as best she was able.� There was no
fuel in the cavern, but outside some driftwood had washed up onto the shore,
and it only took a few minutes to bring in.� She had expended her magicka
again, but that was easily fixed with a potion.� She lit the logs on fire in
the pit near the center of the room and hurried to set up the bed.� Her charge
was watching her but still he said nothing.
�Alright, I suppose this will have
to do for now.� I�ve never done this before, but if there is anything I can get
for you, please let me know.� I will stay with you tonight and do what I can,
but I warn you not to leave the cavern.� The other residents are not friendly
towards men.� It�s a long story.� I have no idea how you got to Tel Mora, but
it is not safe here.� I mean, it�s safe HERE, in the cavern� I think� but not
outside,� Alyssa tried to explain.� The mer sighed deeply, rolling his eyes
slightly at the words.� It seemed he had at least heard of the place.� His
expression, however, appeared even more distant and unreadable.� He reached for
one of the bottles, bringing it to his lips with a shaking hand.� It was a
wonder there was any blood left in his veins at all really� Alyssa thought
sadly.� She hoped he would make it through the rest of the afternoon and
night.� She could just tell Berwen she was staying with Dratha.� That ought to
amuse her so much she would never even THINK to question it.
�My name is Alyssa Elbert.� I am an
evoker in the Imperial Mages Guild and a lawman of House Telvanni.� I currently
serve Mistress Dratha but� I don�t share all of her opinions regarding men,�
she told him.� A weak smile crossed his lips.
�Vosaras Laeryth,� he whispered,
his voice deep and raspy, �Spellwright of Great House Telvanni. On the
mainland.�
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