"I'm sorry," Chan said as they walked along the road. They had slowed down their pace as they got further from the city, to make sure Chan was not putting too much strain on his body. Felix turned to Chan, opening his mouth to ask what he meant but Chan continued before he had the chance to. "I'm really sorry for all the troubles I'm causing. I should just have traveled alone."
"You could not walk, two days ago," Felix pointing out, raising an eyebrow. "Don't... Don't apologize for it," he continued, looking out over the road ahead of them. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I should have moved years ago... In fact I should never have even moved into the woods. I should have gotten out of the human kingdom the day I was-" he cut himself off, biting his lip and swallowed hard.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Chan asked after a moment of silence and Felix turned to look at him.
"Not really..." he said, shoulders slumping. "Maybe some other time," he continued and Chan nodded.
"I'm not going to ask more," he said and Felix nodded. A silence fell over the two of them and Felix kept glancing over at Chan every now and then. He was looking awfully good, for having only a few stitches keeping his abdomen together and it was, in all honesty, a bit worrying. "Do you worship any deity, Felix?" Chan suddenly asked, turning to look at Felix.
"Uhm..." he blinked, unsure of what to actually say. The deities, limited with their influence over this realm by the Eruvafendë, was not something Felix thought of every day but he was aware of them. "Not really but I do pray to Hráva Emmë sometimes but I do not count myself as a devoted follower to anyone."
"I see," Chan said slowly, nodding his head.
"Have you ever met Hér Telempë?" Felix asked. "I don't know a lot about him, the dragon lord, but I've heard tales of him, along with the ones about Nuëryn and Uilér Nor. I would assume the tales on Hér Telempë are a bit brighter than the other though."
"I have never met him, but we do... we do worship him, to a degree at least," Chan said and Felix nodded slowly. "I think he's pretty much a deity at this point."
"Oh," Felix said. "I see." Chan hummed and yet another silence filled the air. Felix bit the inside of his cheek, going through his brain as he tried to think of something to talk about. "Do you have any family waiting for you?" he asked, breaking the silence and Chan took his eyes off the road ahead of them to look at Felix.
"I do," he replied, taking a deep breath and his shoulders slumped. "The war claimed the life of my parents, but I still have a sister..." he trailed off, biting his lip. "I hope she doesn't assume I'm dead right away."
"Have you gone missing like this before?" Felix asked. "I'm just- I mean, the war has been going on for quite a while... at least for as long as I can remember. You must have been out on the front like this before?"
"I have been to the front twice before but never..." Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I never got lost like this."
"I see..." Felix murmured, chewing on his bottom lip. "If I knew her I might have been able to send her a message but..." He threw a glance over at Chan. "Maybe we can figure something out when we get past Tremorndin?" he said hopefully and Chan nodded. They still had a long way before they reached Tremorndin, the mountain range that separated the humans kingdom from the dragons. When they were past Tremorndin, they would be a lot safer than they were now.
"Maybe..." Chan whispered, taking his eyes off Felix to look into the far horizon. "I hope so."
