Chapter 68-69

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Jono 7th,3330 A.G

  Eudo grunted, trying and failing to adjust his position without help. The fellow soldier who'd brought him the letter stood by awkwardly, unsure if he would get punched for helping without permission- as his mother had done multiple times when she were recovering from a badly broken leg.

They were no longer speaking.

But Eudo were not this man's mother, and so it were easier to admit when he could not do things for himself. It still pained him a great deal; he were surrounded by some of the greatest warriors the world had ever seen and couldn't even go to the bathroom without help.... But if he had to get used to it he would.

Someone were always going through something worse- he tried to remind himself. Always. At least there are people to help you. At least you aren't like the old man neighbor you had in Dedor, who would have been as good as dead if a temple devotee weren't walking by his home one day and offered him a caretaker- with the small caveat that they could preform experiments of the healing arts on him.

And when he thought of how he could have helped that man.... perhaps he were deserving of what'd happened to him in those woods.

When he were finally in a sitting position- which wouldn't be nearly as difficult as this if his leg weren't taking a ridiculous amount of time to heal, he reached for his letter. It were from Snowbush, and just two people there would write to him- for one or two reasons.

He broke the seal and scanned over it slowly, trying to occupy his mind.

My friend,

How are you and the others? Perhaps Ariana and I will come visit again soon- after our wedding.

He weren't quite sure how to respond to that. His eyes acted as if they wanted to cry, but his heartbeat stayed the same and the tone of his thoughts were nothing but congratulations. He couldn't even pretend to be upset with them for finding that happiness and holding on- however much convincing he knew Ariana would have needed..... but hr were angry at himself.

Angry at a passing thought he had, that he should have let the giant have Andruche. Then he wouldn't be in this position-

But one of his closest friends would be dead.

He set the letter down with a sigh, not bothering to notice when the soldier who'd delivered it left.

He reached to the left, for the wine bottle Andre Hemin had left on his nightstand- but then the man were standing in his(over his stay in the sickroom, it'd started to feel like his chambers) doorway with the most unique looking woman he'd ever seen.

It weren't her red hair with a white streak, or even the different colored eyes, the white eyelashes and white patch over that same eye- or the skin condition that put the white patches all over her body(that he could see). It were the combination of all of those things... and on her they somehow worked. He tried to do something he imagined everyone who'd laid eyes on her had at least once; he imagined what she'd look like with plain hair and none of the aforementioned things-

And his mind went blank. Because she were so, so beautiful like this- there were simply no other way he could see her looking. The plain tunic and breeches(is that what they called pants??) were typical of a man that worked in or with an army, and they drew no attention away from her face. If anything, one's eyes could drift over them like they weren't there.

Andre coughed, aware that Eudo seemed not to notice he were there too. He would never admit such a thing to himself- but seeing anyone look at her like that made him want to claw their eyes out. He'd do it slowly, make sure they felt everything and had absolutely no chance at a blood magick priestess giving them sight again-

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