So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

45. Home? Again

45

Dax was eventually discharged from the Heavenly Realm's one and only hospital and he went back to the palace, this time escorted by Elgaldir. He'd been waiting in the lobby for him ever since he had collapsed in the garden in the tug of war with Olris. It had taken a while to gather up his new pile of pamphlets and the boxes containing his new walking aids. They'd decided against walking sticks for now purely because of how dizzy and wobbly Dax got from standing too long as they didn't seem safe for him to use yet. Instead he was leaving with a walking frame and a wheelchair.

It turned out that Elgaldir had been the only one able to touch him without being zapped by what remained of Dythos' powers long enough to carry him up there. It made Dax amused that he had been carried to the Healing Halls by the person Olris most didn't want to touch him.

He snorted remembering how much the guard had hated it when Elgaldir had touched his waist when he'd almost completely tipped backwards off of that bench.

"Are you not a super busy god with many things to do that are more important than taking me home?" Dax asked, now genuinely concerned that he was taking up too much of The God of War's time. He'd interrupted him working before, turned his Administrative Office into a wheat field, and spent an entire day and night talking with him. Now he had to add the time that elapsed during his period of unconsciousness and the fact he was carrying all of Dax's stuff home for him to the list of things he owed the mountain of a man for.

"Things are pretty quiet at the moment." Elgaldir answered as he offered his arm for them to walk together out of the lobby milling with healing deities, the two boxes held firmly in his other hand. The smaller god thought about it for a few moments before carefully linking arms with him, still in awe that he could lift his stuff one handed with what looked like absolutely minimal effort.

Dax looked up at him and raised an eyebrow in suspicion at his lack of work.

"Okay...so maybe Omdum told me in no uncertain terms that I had to be the one to take you back home but I would have done that anyway." His voice was sheepish, like he had already prepared himself for the argument that was to come.

Dax stopped walking and it took several steps for Elgaldir to notice that he was no longer walking side by side with him. Their arms pulled taut, causing Elgaldir to trip over his own feet before coming to a sudden stop and almost dropping the boxes he was carrying. Dax's arm unlinked from his own and as it did so the God of War turned backwards to see Dax standing behind him. The larger man back tracked so that they were level once more.

He didn't pull him behind him like Olris had and for that he was grateful. The arm with the bruise was no longer swollen but there was still some stubborn bruising left behind after Omdum's treatment. Elgaldir was also considerably stronger looking than Olris and Dax had no doubt that if he wanted to drag him by the arm somewhere there was nothing that he could have done about it except start screaming.

He held out his arm again, politely waiting to see whether Dax was going to relink with him.

"I dislike that everyone thinks that they can tell me what to do." Dax said. His legs were starting to hurt and they had barely even left the building he'd been cooped up in.

"If it makes you uncomfortable I will not do it." Elgaldir said softly, relaxing his arm to lay flat against his side. He had known Dythos for what seemed like a very long time and Dax always found himself simultaneously both the most comfortable and the most on edge around him. The god really seemed to know Dythos the best out of everyone that he had thus encountered during his stay here.