My Sister Is the Protagonist

Chapter 13: This That Feel's Like Home

When next again he woke, Note was once again pressed firmly against two bodies. Ravan had at some point, crawled onto the bed with them. Having snugly tucked himself under Note's chin. He'd then invaded Xian's space and was nearly on top of him. Note didn't know whether it was worth him complaining about their current sleeping situation. With the most injured one having ended up on the bottom of the pile, he felt he had no right to whine. He hesitantly freed an arm from the tangle and placed his hand on Xian. His body was on the mend, but out of caution Note funneled a bit of his magic into him anyway. A hand came to rest atop his.

"May I ask why I'm being groped so early in the morning." Xian's scratchy voice was barley a whisper.

Note from his squished position had somehow perfectly placed his hand on Xian's chest. Successfully coping a feel. An action that seemed a bit inappropriate even with his good intentions. Xian in his waking state wouldn't let him snatch his hand back though. As if waiting to wake, to properly to accuse him of lechery.

The little brat on his other side burrowed his face deeper into his neck. His stubble tickling him.

"Don't waste your time on that battered bird. I'm right here, have at it." Ravan's voice vibrated against Note's throat.

Nowhere near being a morning person -no matter how many lives he's lived- Note elected to ignore the both of them. Whatever delirium they were under would fade once they woke up.

"Are you both alright? I think I can patch us up now." Trying to gently rend himself free of the two, Note sat up.

He held out his hands. Until he felt his every inch ache. As if a fever had burned through him while he slept. His hands limply fell to his side, his momentary pride deflated. Xian shifted but was smacked when he also tired to sit up. Ravan after forcing him to stay put, grabbed his water skin passing it to the frowning patient.

"We noticed." Ravan said shifting to the end of the bed to face Note.

His face screamed that he wanted answer's. Note took a swig of the water passed to him from behind. Filling the two in on his alone time with their ghost. Xian's face portrayed nothing, absorbing the story with and indifferent nod. Ravan was looking at him incredulously. His eyes made Note's skin itch. It felt like he would cut him open just to take a look inside for himself. Instead, he let out a long sigh.

"How lucky am I. Two rare oddities and my disposal. What a price you would fetch."

Note passed him back his water skin. Not dignifying his babble with a response. Ravan put on his best pout. Muttering to himself as he got up.

"Such a shame I'm not looking to sell."

They'd slept through an entire day, Note was shocked to discover. After his extra magical patch up, Xian was able to get up and moving again. Ravan was happy to complain how he'd had to practically drag the two lugs back to a main road for help. Patching them up himself. Note didn't bother reminding him he could of simply left them and gone for help first. Asking for a doctor to visit them once they'd been delivered to the inn.

Xian called over one of his messenger birds that had followed them to Ravloft. Asking for carriages to be sent from the Division to pick them up. The bird must have been a special familiar because it had barley set off for a few hours. Before an all-white elegant looking bird, landed on the banister of the restaurant they were eating in. The note was scribbled so hurriedly only Xian could decipher it. It was from his Liaud who was anxiously demanding to know why and how we'd been hurt. Even the long feathers of the messenger shook with a sense of concern. Note pulled out his field note's and began properly writing up his report.

As Xian scrawled out a response to his head, Ravan watched the two of them. Having discarded their meal to focus on paper work.

"Is this why you prefer being called note?" Ravan asked his voice light.