#sagelocks

The Naga opened his mouth to say something as Nidhel approached, but froze as the ring of flowers began to drift upwards, his mouth closing as his eyes followed it with an intent interest. He had been able to move objects with magic before, but never so effortlessly as Nidhel appeared to do it.

The healers had finally let Tural out of the temple. Not that he could he could really blame them for keeping him as long as they did, his state over the last two days hadn’t quite been ideal. Honestly, the Bosmer couldn’t quite remember most of the first day, between intermittently drifting into a restless sleep, and being preoccupied with putting up with the pain in his arm and chest when there was no one around to talk to. He remembered warning the other Companions about the Silver Hand when they arrived in the night, and speaking with a couple others who came to visit him throughout the day, but little else.

It had felt as though today had been the first morning he had woken up with a completely clear head. After a brief conversation with the healers, they had agreed to let him stay elsewhere for the remainder of his recovery. While he had been tempted to return home, he didn’t relish the idea of being mostly incapacitated within what was apparently striking distance of the Silver Hand. So, he had gone to Jorrvaskr, temporarily reoccupying his old room. He had asked Brill and Athis to go gather his armor and weapons, as well as a small box of personal belongings, from his home, and they had willingly agreed.

Halldis was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed as she carefully considered the question.

Korgul froze, the drawn breath ragged and rasping as it caught in his throat. Thick fingers were blood slick and shaking, staining the bandages even as he tried to staunch the blood flow. 

Send me a ✿and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair.

“Oh, you think so?”

Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

Halldis looked at the Bosmer for a moment, surprised by the unexpected offer. It was very sweet, and they were such nice flowers, it was difficult to pass up. She stepped a bit closer, both to get out of the way of other passersby, and also to get a better look the flowers.

“Back.”

Korgul managed to gasp. His torn armour had mostly fallen over his stomach wound, hiding the extent of the damage from view. But his back was the problem. He couldn’t feel anything from just below his ribs and down, his legs weren’t responding to any of his commands.

“Don’t worry about nothin’ else.” He looked at Nidhel, pleading with his eye, scrabbling at his hip pouch, “I have potions for anything else, just fix my back.”