Alaric leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Deyran as he stirred awake. With a bemused smile and a quirked eyebrow, he sauntered over to the bedside. His expression was equal parts curiosity and amusement, with just a touch of concern—enough to show he wasn’t entirely indifferent to the man's condition.
He sat on the edge of the bed, close but not imposing, and gave Deyran a quick once-over, checking for signs of improvement. His fingers glowed faintly with residual magic, but the major healing had already been done—now it was just a matter of waiting for Deyran’s body to catch up.
Alaric’s easy manner belied the gravity of the situation. Despite his teasing, he was watching Deyran carefully, gauging how much strength the young man had regained. He was all too familiar with the bravado that injured warriors put on—he’d seen it countless times before. But beneath the wit and charm, Alaric was a healer through and through, and he wouldn’t let Deyran take another step until he was sure the man was well enough to handle it.
His eyes sparkled, not with judgment, but with genuine interest. Whatever had brought Deyran to the brink of collapse intrigued Alaric, and in his experience, a good story could heal the soul just as much as magic could mend the body.
And besides, he never could resist a bit of drama.
@Deyran
Ah, you’re back,Alaric drawled, his voice smooth as silk, with that familiar undercurrent of mischief.
For a moment there, I thought you were going to sleep through the entire month. But I suppose even the most resilient of heroes need their beauty rest.
He sat on the edge of the bed, close but not imposing, and gave Deyran a quick once-over, checking for signs of improvement. His fingers glowed faintly with residual magic, but the major healing had already been done—now it was just a matter of waiting for Deyran’s body to catch up.
You certainly gave me quite the scare, darling,Alaric continued, his tone light but his gaze sharp.
I was starting to think I’d have to carry you out to the tavern for that drink you promised. But, seeing as you’re awake now...He let the sentence hang in the air, his grin widening.
Alaric’s easy manner belied the gravity of the situation. Despite his teasing, he was watching Deyran carefully, gauging how much strength the young man had regained. He was all too familiar with the bravado that injured warriors put on—he’d seen it countless times before. But beneath the wit and charm, Alaric was a healer through and through, and he wouldn’t let Deyran take another step until he was sure the man was well enough to handle it.
So,he said, sitting back a little, crossing his legs,
care to share what—or who—got you into this mess? I have a feeling it’s more than just a bad run-in with a drunkard in a tavern. You’ve piqued my curiosity.
His eyes sparkled, not with judgment, but with genuine interest. Whatever had brought Deyran to the brink of collapse intrigued Alaric, and in his experience, a good story could heal the soul just as much as magic could mend the body.
And besides, he never could resist a bit of drama.
@Deyran
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