@heavydiirtysouls

"Oh, believe me, I came close," she said lightheartedly with a smile on her blood-stained face. Her hand rested against his warm tan cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb while her other hand applied pressure to a deep wound in the side of his abdomen. Her reserves were spent and her strength was gone, otherwise she’d have tried healing him herself. "I will never give up on you," she assured him. The battle was over, and only a handful of Stormcloaks remained; they were busy wading through the rivers of red that now ran through Solitude, looking for faces they recognized. A few cries of agony resonated against the city walls, but in between the wails was a silence so absolute, she swear she could hear Drogo’s heart beating faintly. "It’s all over now, Drogo. Our dreams of a family… they can happen now," she breathed with glassy eyes. "You’re going to make it through this, and we’re going to find ourselves a home and finally settle down. We’ll visit your family in Windhelm; your mother and sister will be so happy." Tears rolled down her face as a heavy gripped hers and squeezed it gently. "You’re going to be fine."

Her head peaked out from behind the stone partition, and was quickly withdrawn back into safety. “Too many to count,” she answered with a disheartened sigh. Her eyes traveled to the few Stormcloaks left awaiting Drogo’s orders; each of their faces held a bit of fear, but more prominent was their determination and spirit. She turned to Drogo, her dear Drogo, and placed her hand on his that gripped his sword tightly. “What do you say, my love? Let’s give the Imperial fuckers a fight to remember.” 

Alek crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the stranger who happened across her and the body of a Thalmor justiciar. “Well, considering I’m the only other person here, I’d say it sounds like you’re accusing me. I found him like this, alright?” she said, lying through her teeth. “I’m not stupid enough to attack a justiciar.” Yes, she was.

Alek met Nor’s eyes and nodded, “Yes, it was an accident. Or at least, it better have been." Njada and Alek had been sparring off in the training yard, and everyone knew Alek had a disdain for Njada (that was completely understandable considering that Njada had been a bitch to Alek the moment she arrived). She'd never do anything to purposely hurt Njada, but would that work both ways? Alek looked down at her bandaged forearm and narrowed her eyes, "If she injured me on purpose, and I find out, she's going to wish she was dead by the time I get through with her."

She smiled, despite the pain she felt in her ankle. After taking a nasty fall, she’d either sprained it or broke it, and Kael graciously offered to help get her back to a healer. She rested most of her weight on him and it was slow going at first, that is until Kael became impatient and decided to just carry her there, ignoring her arguments. Finally giving up her protests, she sighed and stopped squirming, “Friends are for carrying each other? Well, I’m sorry, Kael. I’m not carrying you anywhere… evening if you’ve got arrows in every hole and crevice.”

He handed her the money, and she quickly took it before walking over to Nor. "Well, it's been a while since I last saw my favorite assassin," she teased in a quiet tone, ensuring no one else could hear.