Alexander's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision, as well as his mind, were cloudy and blurred, and as he moved to sit up, a pang of pain ran up his arm and through his body, causing the man to once more flop back against the bed, gritting his teeth tightly.
"Monsieur! You're awake!" Came the voice of a timid servant boy, Alexander's eyes slowly fell to him as he rushed over, a small bowl of water and a rag in his arms, which he promptly sat down next to the bed.
"Awake I.. what happened.. The Kathar the.. The mission.." Came the man's slow and almost disconnected response, his memories of the Bloodcast's recent mission slowly but surely flooding back into his mind.
"Easy easy Monsieur, there was an.. Accident, from what I was told, a mage and.. Some sort of lightning, they say you were lucky to come home with that arm of yours, and your life as well." The timid Ithanian boy said simply, reaching down to the tray with the bowl and rags, and setting a cup of steaming coffee on the bedside table.
"My.. arm.. What are yo-" Though the Knight cut himself off, pulling the right sleeve of his shirt up, his eyes shooting open in shock as he revealed the web of almost branch like scars that ran from the man's wrist all the way to his shoulder. "What about.. What about the war? What about Merkar'sarh?"
"It… happened a few days ago.. There were some troubles but the reports say that the army was successful." The servant said, before slowly helping the Daen man to rise to a sitting position against the back of the bed, and after a few moments, was successful.
"...Leave me.. I.. I need some time to think." Alexander said after a few long moments of silence, slowly gripping the cup next to his bed and pulling it into his lap, the fingers of his right, newly scared, arm slipping into the handle.
Without a word the servant simply bowed, and moved to head out of the room, leaving the water and rags on the counter as he left, shutting the door tightly behind him as he went.
"A week.. An entire week gone just like that." The man thought silently to himself. "And the battle.. I can't believe I missed that.. How could I be s-" The man was cut off even in his thoughts as he winced in pain, glancing down to the source of said pain, a splatter of coffee burning against his leg.
Alex turned his eyes from the spot to the cup in his right hand, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he did so, the cup in his normally steady hand shook uncontrollably, enough to let another drop or two fall from the glass and onto the lap of the man, though he was so lost in thought he almost didn't notice.
He simply watched the shaking cup, and his shaking arm for a few long moments, unable to gain control no matter how hard he tried to still his arm, and after a few more moments, the man's confused expression twisted into one of anger, letting out a small growl of frustration, before he whipped his right arm to the side, and sent the mug flying across the room, shattering against the wall in a harsh sound.
The Knight couldn't help but almost crumple back down into the bed at that, the pain from moving his arm filled his body once more, and caused him to fall still, despite how much he didn't want to, seems he still had quite a bit of healing to do, a whole lot more than he would have liked.
"Monsieur! You're awake!" Came the voice of a timid servant boy, Alexander's eyes slowly fell to him as he rushed over, a small bowl of water and a rag in his arms, which he promptly sat down next to the bed.
"Awake I.. what happened.. The Kathar the.. The mission.." Came the man's slow and almost disconnected response, his memories of the Bloodcast's recent mission slowly but surely flooding back into his mind.
"Easy easy Monsieur, there was an.. Accident, from what I was told, a mage and.. Some sort of lightning, they say you were lucky to come home with that arm of yours, and your life as well." The timid Ithanian boy said simply, reaching down to the tray with the bowl and rags, and setting a cup of steaming coffee on the bedside table.
"My.. arm.. What are yo-" Though the Knight cut himself off, pulling the right sleeve of his shirt up, his eyes shooting open in shock as he revealed the web of almost branch like scars that ran from the man's wrist all the way to his shoulder. "What about.. What about the war? What about Merkar'sarh?"
"It… happened a few days ago.. There were some troubles but the reports say that the army was successful." The servant said, before slowly helping the Daen man to rise to a sitting position against the back of the bed, and after a few moments, was successful.
"...Leave me.. I.. I need some time to think." Alexander said after a few long moments of silence, slowly gripping the cup next to his bed and pulling it into his lap, the fingers of his right, newly scared, arm slipping into the handle.
Without a word the servant simply bowed, and moved to head out of the room, leaving the water and rags on the counter as he left, shutting the door tightly behind him as he went.
"A week.. An entire week gone just like that." The man thought silently to himself. "And the battle.. I can't believe I missed that.. How could I be s-" The man was cut off even in his thoughts as he winced in pain, glancing down to the source of said pain, a splatter of coffee burning against his leg.
Alex turned his eyes from the spot to the cup in his right hand, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he did so, the cup in his normally steady hand shook uncontrollably, enough to let another drop or two fall from the glass and onto the lap of the man, though he was so lost in thought he almost didn't notice.
He simply watched the shaking cup, and his shaking arm for a few long moments, unable to gain control no matter how hard he tried to still his arm, and after a few more moments, the man's confused expression twisted into one of anger, letting out a small growl of frustration, before he whipped his right arm to the side, and sent the mug flying across the room, shattering against the wall in a harsh sound.
The Knight couldn't help but almost crumple back down into the bed at that, the pain from moving his arm filled his body once more, and caused him to fall still, despite how much he didn't want to, seems he still had quite a bit of healing to do, a whole lot more than he would have liked.
