The Phoenix and the Lamb

Chapter 52

Disclaimer: I do not own Cult of the Lamb. I am simply a fan of the game. I was inspired by Jbrine061. Please check out her story. She is amazing. Now onto the story.
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"Rose, wait!"

Narinder slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was still alive. He didn't feel as weak as before. Why was that? He looked around and saw someone he didn't expect to see... Rose's descendant... Ebany was seated nearby, reading a book from what he could tell. How long was he out? What was she doing here? And when will she leave? Did the lamb send her?!

"You're awake." She said. Narinder only grumbled in response.

Ebany walked over with a glass of water. "Here, drink some water."

Once again, Narinder said nothing as she came closer but then stopped. "Will you drink it and not attack or will I have to use magic?" Ebany asked. She wasn't going to underestimate him and approached with caution.

"... I'll drink." He looked at her. Narinder's voice was raspy and dry to put it lightly.

"Good. Can you holds the glass or do you need help?" She asked. Narinder struggled to sit up, he glared as Ebany helped him to do so but she did it anyway.

"There we go." Ebany gave him the glass of water once he was seated. Try as he might, Narinder's hands wouldn't hold the glass... he growled as he continued to fail.

"Plan B," Ebany held the glass to his mouth. Narinder kept growling but chugged down the water as soon as he took the first sip. The glass was empty before anyone could blink. "I'll get you a refill." Ebany said, looking at the empty glass. Before she could, Narinder had choked a bit on the water. He gasped a little as he felt the aftermath from chugging down the water. Ebany patted his back as he coughed.

"Easy now." Ebany said gently.

"Get your hands off me." Narinder demanded.

"Sure." Ebany seemed to ignore him and she got him another glass of water. This time, Narinder drank it slower.

"There's a pitcher full of water so don't feel shy about having thirds." Ebany said.

"Do not condescend me, kin of Rose." Narinder said.

"You can call me by my name, you know. Though Rose is my middle name, so whatever floats your boat." Ebany shrugged and refilled the glass.

"What are you doing here?" He watched her.

"Making sure you're okay." Ebany replied.

"Tch. What do you care? You're the one who turned the lamb against me!" He glared at her.

"Because I had zero trust in you. You weren't the first powerful being that has a prophecy behind them and you won't be the last. I analyzed the details and interpreted its meaning. All I wanted was to keep my brother safe. If anything, he stayed loyal until the fight. I couldn't get it through his mind at all!" Ebany said. Narinder didn't believe her.

"Want some more?" Ebany held the refilled glass. Narinder looked at it. He would drink about half the glass.

"Food's on the way if you're hungry."

"I'm not." Narinder declared, but he was contradicted by his stomach growling for food.

"Your stomach begs to differ. You aren't exactly a god anymore so you'll be feeling mortal needs from now on. How I know this is thanks to my left eye. There was something else I saw too..." Ebany said to him. "You still have some of your divine power."