#she ran

He drew his staff from the folds of his cloak, parting the crowd as it glinted in the sunlight. “Pardon me, excuse me, yes, thank you...” He murmured as he slipped past the few people who didn’t move.

The sight that awaited him was the last one he wanted. Crick, hunched over in pain, barely breathing, a sword piercing his stomach. His eyes flicked up to Temenos’s, and his lips moved, rasping out his name. “Te... menos...” He gasped, and Temenos hurriedly fell to his knees, searching Crick’s face, checking his heartbeat. It was faint, but it was there. “Somebody go to the inn and fetch the apothecary! HURRY!” He rarely ever shouted, but he felt that he had to this time to get people to move.

It worked. Someone ran off to the inn, and not 2 minutes later, Cassti was barreling towards them, hand clutching her satchel tightly. She skidded on her knees in front of Crick, beside Temenos. “Temenos, do exactly as I tell you, and nothing more. Understood?” Though her voice was commanding, not harsh, it still send a ripple of surprise and shock that the Inquisitor of the High Church would allow this unassuming apothecary to order him around. Temenos simply nodded. “I understand, Cassti. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Perhaps Cassti heard the desperation in his voice, because her expression and tone softened slightly. “Use your Holy Light to heal the majors of his wounds. I am going to remove the sword, I want you to say the spell immediately after, okay?” Temenos nodded in understanding, and prepared himself. There was a disgusting sound- a mix between the crunching of ice and the wetness of something being removed from a squishy substance- and Temenos pressed his hands to the skin around the wound, closing his eyes so as to not have to look directly at it. He murmured the prayer, and warm yellow light began to glow around the injury, knitting the flesh inside back together. When he felt himself start to sway, he removed his hands, and pressed them against the earth, steadying himself. Cassti looked to the townsfolk. “Someone help me get this man to the inn! I cannot treat him here.” Someone came forward and grabbed Temenos’s arm, which he jerked away. “Not me, you fool! The Knight, the man with the stomach wound!” He cried, and the person fell back, looking embarrassed, before gently helping Cassti pick Crick up. He groaned, a good sign. Temenos tailed them, staff held tightly in his hand.

Cassti and the townsperson set Crick down on Temenos’s bed after Temenos laid down a clean sheet above his covers, and Cassti went to work. Half an hour of grueling work later, Crick was asleep with his stomach full of stitches and healing elixers, and warm under Temenos’s blankets. The cleric cast a grateful look at the apothecary, who just smiled and left.

Temenos was sitting down at the desk, reading his book of scripture, when he heard the telltale signs of someone waking up. He looked up and over at the bed, and saw Crick staring at him, eyes wide. Temenos smiled, and stood up, not bothering to hide how utterly relieved he was. “Crick...” He breathed, and Crick motioned for Temenos to join him in bed. Temenos obliged him, carefully sliding under the sheets to not disturb him. Crick rested his forehead on Temenos’s chest, and Temenos toyed with his hair. “I was so scared, Crick... I was terrified that you wouldn’t make it. I suppose I learned my lesson about underestimating a mighty Godsblade, hm?” Crick just chuckled, nestling his head further into Temenos’s clothes.

Although no further words were spoken that day between the two of them, the message they shared was clear.

I’m glad you’re okay.

au where kaldena forgot to sharpen her sword that day and lived to regret it

not sure why you just wrote an detailed summary of temenos’s chapter 3…. thought you were writing an au this is just what happens in the game/j