The only thing she remembers is blood, not even her own name.
Waking up in a strange house in a 'far-off' land, Arturia Pendragon cannot remember a single thing of her past life, luckily she is found just in time to be able to keep on living. With...
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A sniffle was all he needed to make in order to catch Arturia's undivided attention. Her blonde head shot towards him, with a slight grunt of pain, and blood shot eyes blinking at him. She almost seemed like an owl full of curiosity and something along the lines of worry. Her lips were pursed in a straight line and her cheeks were dusted with a little bit of a red tint because of the cool morning air.
"Do not tell me that you are catching a cough," she mumbled lightly right as the light of the sun leaked into the sky, painting it with orange and red hues.
"I highly doubt it, milady," he gave her a small and thankful smile before looking up to see the sunrise.
He heard her huff and move closer to him, "You cannot afford to become ill, we have a long way to go and a cold would not be convenient for our travels." She too took a look up at the sky, admiring the colours and the warmth the sun brought along with it. In fact, she really loved sunrises because they brought about a new beginning.
Diarmuid chuckled lightly and glanced down at the empty fire pit, "I promise that I will not get sick," he smiled, "And a knight keeps his word."
"I do hope so," she shook her head in a little bit of disappointment upon hearing him sniffle again.
They watched the sunrise in silence and then proceeded to pack as Gilgamesh awoke with a yawn. He walked over to them as he shook his head and grumbled something under his breath, but they were not able to hear him over their own thoughts. Arturia was mostly worried over Diarmuid becoming ill because it would mean that she would be delayed in arriving home, while her knight thought of keeping his thoughts settled on the task at hand; taking his current master home.
After Diarmuid had prepared something for breakfast, they all ate and then headed off towards the south once more, in order to please Arturia. The Irishman had been sniffling all morning and had even sneezed a few times, as his nose was beginning to be a bit irritated. Since he had promised Arturia that he would not get sick, he tried to hide most of his sneezes from her, but as the day progressed, he would simply feel worse.
He dismounted his mare when they had arrived at the next village, and he made an excuse to leave Arturia in the hands of Gilgamesh while he went to 'take care of business', which Gilgamesh had teased him about being the bar or brothel; when he was just going to see herbalist so that he would get something to soothe his dry and aching throat.
The walk there was not too far, but he made sure to make a few meaningless turns so that Arturia would not catch him. Since he had practically broken his promise, he did not want her finding out about it because he did not want her to look at him with such a disappointing gaze. There was some sort of tightening in his chest when he imagined the frown on her face and he vowed not to see her like such, because he did not want her to be upset with him.
