#felras

Fendral was struck speechless. Felras had told him that their whole clan had been lost, including their family. But Feredir was here?

"Promise me that! Promise me that you'll survive and get out of here!"

As he spoke, he traced his thumb along a long pale scar on the back of his hand.

Part 2

Felras startled awake, sputtering as his notes slipped from his lax fingers. “I’m sorry! You asked me to help you research and here I am falling asleep. I must seem like a rubbish study partner.”

Felras sighed, looking at the mess around him. Papers were scattered everywhere, many of them torn and ruined beyond legibility. The desk was also on it’s side, and there were broken bits of what looked like an inkwell on the floor. “I may have gotten frustrated. And let my temper get the better of me.”

“I...I think so.” But oh Creators it was hard. Normally Felras managed to stay far enough away that their enemies couldn’t get to him. But he hadn’t been counting on the archers hidden in the trees and had paid for it in the form of an arrow to the back. The wound was making it hard to breathe, and even harder to think.

Felras took care as he removed her armor, but he was still just shy of ripping it off of her as he went. He didn’t seem to care where it ended up and didn’t even pause before pulling her shirt off next. Only then did he pause, sucking in a quiet breath. “Under other circumstances, I would tell you how beautiful you are. But we really must get that wound taken care of.”