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| Dove stands back and raises an eyebrow at Osian. 'Better so fast? Hmm....' Seeing him ignoring her glance, she moves over by Orchid and begins gathering herbs. She looks at Osian out of the corner of her eye, expecting him to drop any second. 'What are these herbs anyway, Osian? And why are you so set on helping Telarrin?' Keeping the bottle of elixir close by, she continues to watch Osian, picking herbs obediently... "Dove.. I'm alright, seriously. I'm nae sure what happened, but I'm fine." Osian bengs down and grabs a few more of the herbs. "And I thought ye'd know me well enough by now to understand why I'm helping Telarrin... why wouldn't I? I help everyone.. he's no different. And don't tell me I shouldn't help him because he killed me once. He no longer remembers that.. he's a different person now. He deserves a good life as much as anyone else." Osian stuffs the last handful of herbs back into his pouch. "Shall we return to the guild? I told Telarrin I'd be back soon.. he'll be needing another draught, and I'll need to start preparing it. He should be up on his feet in a couple days." Dove continues gathering herbs, watching Osian closely. "Hmm..." is her only reply. Recognizing by the tone of his voice that his mind is made up, she stands and follows Osian without another word. "Telarrin might not remember," she thinks to herself, "but I'm not so sure he's changed..." With the help of another rogue, Osian returns to the safe house that Festa had found for him earlier, and climbs the stairs to the bedroom quietly, in case Telarrin was sleeping still. He reaches the bedroom, and finds indeed a sleeping Telarrin. Osian smiles gently and sets down his supplies on the small table. He takes the newly-picked herbs out of his pouch and begins preparing another herbal draught. Having finished it he leans back in the chair, to rest while waiting for Telarrin to waken. Osian soon closes his eyes.. he had barely gotten any sleep the night before, as he had stayed up tending to Telarrin, and this morning... Quickly he dozes off into a deep sleep. Telarrin opens his eyes slowly, and stretches out a bit. The lad was right.. sleep has helped. I feel much better already. he thinks. He sits up in the bed and looks around the room. He smiles slightly to himself as he looks upon the sleeping Osian. He came back after all.. and it looks like he made another of those potions as well. I never would have thought.. Supporting much of his weight by holding on to the bed, and then the table with his arms, Telarrin manages to stumble over to where Osian's herbal draught sits upon the table. He picks it up and downs it all, and then sits back upon the best to rest for a bit. Yes.. I can feel my strength returning already.. the lad's not bad with those herbs of his.. After a minute or two Telarrin decides to test his strength again, feeling much more confident after having drunk the potion. He stands, faltering only briefly and quickly regaining his footing, and begins walking around the room. "Well, lad, you've done well." he whispers, grinning. "But as I said before.. I can take care of myself." Telarrin's eyes seem to shimmer for just a second, and he walks over to the table again, and grabs the bottle. He looks straight at Osian. So vulnerable.. so trusting.. why, I could kill him in his sleep right now. I could.. He begins walking in Osian's direction, the bottle held threateningly. Telarrin comes within reach of Osian, and brings the bottle back, as if getting ready to strike. Just as he's about to bring it crashing down upon Osian's head, his hands begin shaking. First only in small vibrations, but they soon become much more violent, and the bottle flies out of Telarrin's hands, shattering upon the ground. |
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