A Lost Snow Elf

The assassin’s blade has just been retrieved from his contract’s flesh when Nor suddenly becomes aware of a noise behind him, and quick as a flash he whirls to respond to it, his dagger already raised to deal another killing blow. But instead he finds himself halting to a stop, Nor’s eyes going quite wide when he sees just who has walked in on him. “Aerybel?” A step is taken backward and the dagger lowered, Nor’s gaze glancing back down towards the body before it returns to the womer. His features are blank, unreadable. Almost as if he is waiting for her reaction before he even attempts to explain the scene.

The assassin’s blade has just been retrieved from his contract’s flesh when Nor suddenly becomes aware of a noise behind him, and quick as a flash he whirls to respond to it, his dagger already raised to deal another killing blow. But instead he finds himself halting to a stop, Nor’s eyes going quite wide when he sees just who has walked in on him. “Aerybel?” A step is taken backward and the dagger lowered, Nor’s gaze glancing back down towards the body before it returns to the womer. His features are blank, unreadable. Almost as if he is waiting for her reaction before he even attempts to explain the scene.

Indeed, not a single word left the assassin’s lips until after he has bent and retrieved a letter from the man’s pocket, it being slipped into a bag at Nor’s waist without a second thought. “My apologies, I did not mean for you to see such thing.” A slight glance over himself to check for any obvious blood. “I would suggest not sticking around. If you heard such a disturbance then no doubt others have as well.”

Aerybel took a few steps forward and placed her fingers on his shoulder, gently wiping at a small hint of blood to assist him. "I'd suggest the same to you," she said, ever so simply, looking up at him with a more sure expression. She still carried her innocence, but her loyalty knew no bounds.

The assassin’s blade has just been retrieved from his contract’s flesh when Nor suddenly becomes aware of a noise behind him, and quick as a flash he whirls to respond to it, his dagger already raised to deal another killing blow. But instead he finds himself halting to a stop, Nor’s eyes going quite wide when he sees just who has walked in on him. “Aerybel?” A step is taken backward and the dagger lowered, Nor’s gaze glancing back down towards the body before it returns to the womer. His features are blank, unreadable. Almost as if he is waiting for her reaction before he even attempts to explain the scene.

The elf remained in her place, slightly panting, her eyes wide and her hand still subconsciously on her dagger. Aerybel would have expected to calm down when she saw a friendly face instead of a hostile one, but at that moment, it wasn't certain what she felt. It didn't make her trust him any less, but she was too startled, too surprised, to even show any reassurance of that fact.

It’s rather easy to see the shock that lined the Argonian’s face when he suddenly finds himself coughing up blood, Nor clearly not expecting such a thing to happen any more than Aerybel had. Equally as swiftly finds the assassin’s mouth being covered by a hand, Nor’s gaze sheepishly dropping to the ground as he gives a small shake of his head. “N-no, I just…” A tired sigh. “I suppose I must have gotten a little more badly hurt from that fall than I realized.”

Aerybel placed her arm around Nor’s and shared her balance with him. She hesitated at first but if she hadn’t, she’d collapse and that wouldn’t have been good for either of them. The stab in her thigh had hurt her at every step, but her mind was still clear, she hadn’t too much just yet. “Nor, you should go. I’ll only hold you back. These bandits won’t stop until they find us.”

A slight furrowing of the Argonian’s features as he turns and walks a bit down the passageway, his free hand beginning to glow a dull violet before he turns his gaze back towards the womer. “I will ask that you avoid opening fire until I pop back into sight, however.” The slightest hint of a grin appears. “I do believe the last thing either of us want is an arrow sticking out my backside before I even manage to deal with a single bandit.”

When Nor spoke to her once more, she looked at him and called out, "Hey, Nor?" She stared at him with surety, but she still felt nervous. "Don't get killed," she requested, "or else I'll kill you." She jested, smiling back at him momentarily. Pulling an arrow and placing it against the bow, the elf stood ready to draw when she had to. "Okay," Aerybel said, "Let's do this."

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light 'Cause oh that gave me such a fright But I will hold as long as you like Just promise me we’ll be alright

Aerybel’s arms were folded, and at the words he spoke, she clenched her hands into fists, attempting to contain her nervousness. Her voice, however, showed none. “Then tell me,” She said, her voice just under a yell, “Tell me what it is that I’m doing, I’d really like to know.” Beneath the strength of her voice, her heart was racing miles within her ribcage. The elf was frowning to no end, looking straight at the Argonian, trying to stand tall when inside, she was ready to break apart from all the nerves and emotion.

There’s a weak puff of air that leaves Nor’s lips as he pulls the womer into a tight hug, the Argonian not trusting his lips to be able to fully articulate his own feelings on the matter and hoping that the gesture was enough to let Aerybel know his answer in turn.