So... You Live Here?

Wide eyed, he… just watched as her hand got closer. And closer. He balked a little as it disappeared from view and bit down on his tongue to keep from blabbering out something. Maker’s Breath, she was really close. She was really really close.

Maybe I do! he stammered out quickly, it’s hot in here. Is it hot in here? I mean, I’m hot in here but you don’t have to be. It’s probably okay for you and yes! Water sounds great! He could stick his face into it and that would help with the fever.

Alastair really didn’t believe he had a fever again but he was more than happy to let he think that. Maybe it was a sin, a really little one, but he was okay with that. It was better than… no, no he wasn’t going to think about that. Daciana would probably feed him to her wolves. Spirit wolves. That was a morose thought. At least he’d make a pretty good meal now, not like when he’d been dolled up in chains and pretty rags.

Good times. But the actual opposite.

He eased back as quickly as he could. Then, he busied himself with mopping up nonexistent drops of water from… anything he could reach. Just mopping with the rag. It was okay. It was fine. I’m ready to get some water when you are! He forced a smile that felt not at all awkward and strode over towards the door, rag still clutched in his hand. So… good hunt??