And All Things Will End
Your eyes open, slowly. They are bleary, glassy, and you struggle to see through them. You cough suddenly, sputtering water intermixed with phlegm. Rain patters heavily against the roof of the barn. It is dark, the moonlight struggling as it leaks through the aged slats of wood. You reach up and feel your face, finding it tear-streaked. Loud snores at irregular intervals can be heard from the darkness, which you assume to be Hunter's.
Aela stirs beside you. She notices you shifting, but cannot see your face. You are privately grateful.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" She asks quietly, a hint of empathy tinting her words. You don't respond, reasoning that the answer would be obvious. Your body and mind feel weak, as though they have just undergone a great ordeal. In the distant crevices of your consciousness you feel regret, but are uncertain as to its origin.
You are drained. Your head lolls to the side, and you struggle for a distraction. Aela is silent, seemingly waiting for something.
Aela stirs beside you. She notices you shifting, but cannot see your face. You are privately grateful.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" She asks quietly, a hint of empathy tinting her words. You don't respond, reasoning that the answer would be obvious. Your body and mind feel weak, as though they have just undergone a great ordeal. In the distant crevices of your consciousness you feel regret, but are uncertain as to its origin.
You are drained. Your head lolls to the side, and you struggle for a distraction. Aela is silent, seemingly waiting for something.