Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 9

SARA: I'm sitting on the bed while Nyssa prepares her healing herbs and bandages for the new cut on my side. The longer I sit here, the more anxious I start to feel for some reason. I must be still kinda shocked from what just happened. It must be that. How Ra's went so easy on me. How Nyssa was genuinely surprised and even confused by it.

Finally coming out of my daze I notice Nyssa walking towards me with a bowl and the cloth bandages. She kneels in front of me and sets her herb bowl on the ground and the bandages on the nightstand.

"You were truly great in there, Sara. I did not mean to make it seem like you weren't," she says as she stirs the herbs with the spoon.

I smile softly. "Thanks. You saw me do that move right? I actually did it!" I say excitedly.

"Yes. I was very surprised that you had done it successfully when in previous lessons you were unable to."

"It was weird. I just blacked out that whole fight. It was mostly just instinct I guess."

"That is good. Combatants who think too much about their actions are more likely to fail. I am pleased that your lessons with me are becoming imbedded into your instincts."

She rubs the herbs on my cut then wraps the cloth around my waist a few times. As she does this, her face comes noticeably close to my breasts. I try to push the awkwardness I feel down.

I clear my throat. "You know I can dress my own wound now right?" 

She looks up at me as she ties the knot. "I suppose," she says finally fastening the knot and picking up the bowl. She stands. "But I've become accustomed to taking care of you," she says walking away to go wash the bowl.

"Anyways, you know not of my secret herb recipe." She sets the bowl back in her medicine cupboard and turns back to me. "Shall we train some more? It's only 5pm."

I lay back against the headboard. "Nah," I say and then I jerk up quickly and smirk at her. "I wanna celebrate."

"Celebrate? How so?"

"You got any booze?" I ask smirking some more.

"Alcohol," she sighs. "I suppose I do have a bottle of ale from a trip to Ireland."

I smile. "Sounds great."

She walks to a wall across the room, opens a secret compartment in the wall, opens a cupboard and pulls out a dusty bottle of ale. She closes the compartment and then gets some glasses for us. She walks over to my side of the bed, pours us two glasses and sets the bottle on the nightstand. She then hands me my glass, and then sips some from her own glass.

I pat the bed beside me. "C'mon. Sit with me," I command her.

"I recall that our deal only entails that I sleep next to you for the night. There was nothing in our agreement that said I had to sit with you prior to that."

"C'mon, Nys," I pout to her. "Just fucking sit with me." I put on my puppy dog pout face that would often work on my father. "Please? C'mon. I deserve it! You said it yourself that I did really good."

She sighs and glances at her drink. "You are so stubborn," She says walking over to the other side of the bed.

Yeah, I'm stubborn. I wanted to say that but I didn't want to ruin the moment. She's finally opening up to me and treating me like a friend instead of a patient and a student.

She's about to sit. "Yes!" I say happily.

She stops to glare at me on her side of the bed. "Now, don't make me change my mind."