Sir Osis
He had nothing to eat or drink and had a head injury. Wandering the forest at this time was a horrible idea in general. “Thank you.”
The woman too a cup from next to her and filled it from the stream. Then she took a sip before handing it to Sir Osis. “What be thy name, sir?”
“Osis. Sir Osis of the Liver…” as he spoke, he felt himself feeling sleepy.
“Just rest,” she cooed. “Thou art safe here.”
She eased his head onto her lap, and Sir Osis fell into a deep and much-desired sleep, never to wake.
The woman too a cup from next to her and filled it from the stream. Then she took a sip before handing it to Sir Osis. “What be thy name, sir?”
“Osis. Sir Osis of the Liver…” as he spoke, he felt himself feeling sleepy.
“Just rest,” she cooed. “Thou art safe here.”
She eased his head onto her lap, and Sir Osis fell into a deep and much-desired sleep, never to wake.
