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halforc-mercenary · 7 years

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*shoves a hapless awkward demon hunter in the inbox*

First five in my inbox will get:

Third: a kiss on the forehead

Urd Ursalicnoses was a Kaldorei woman who was as tall as she was broad, with arms that were soft and fleshy under the simple linen of her robe as she moved her big hands nimble to place broiling stones at the end of Atrams bed.The Demonhunter lay feverish in his bed, buried under layers of blankets like a sick child. If Urd, who had once been a priestess of Elune but was above all a Healer, was seeing anything else in the Halfdemon than just another patient, she did not showed it.“Just a summer minor illness. He is simply not used to what is flying around in the trading station.” , the woman turned around to Mar, moving with a elegant nimbleness that looked strange on someone with so much bodymass:“The fever had already eased.” Mar lurked restless up and down in the chamber, like a caged animal would lurk up and down in a cage: “Tell me what to do then, Milady.”Urd narrowed her eyes to thin slits: “Nothing.”Suddenly the Halforc stopped her unsettled skulking, one hand clenched to a fist, the other on the hilt of her sword: “Listen woman, if you will not help him, then I will-”The Kaldoreiwoman huffed, like a annoyed bear: “Stop that drama, chit. There is nothing you can do. He just needs time.”Mar bit her lips, her eyes wandered worried over to Atram, who looked so strangely pale that the hornplates on his shoulder looked like colepieces in contrast to his blanched skin. Urd flicked a long Elfear: “Its not even dangerous, just let him sleep and everything will be fine. I will return at the evening and look after him, so don´t worry. Now come, chit.”The Halforc did not moved an inch, looking over to the sleeping Demonhunter: “I will stay here.”Urd shrugged her round shoulders, grabbed the basket that was artfully weaved of white bark, before she walked over to the door: “Do that if you can´t hold yourself back. Just do not disturb the boy.”The kaldorei looked over her shoulder before she closed the chambers door behind herself, only to see that Mar had sat down by the mans bed. The door closed with a long, groaning creak.

Silence lay over the small chamber, like a heavy blanket.

For a moment the young woman sat on the edge of the Demonhunters bedas still as a stonestature . She listened to his breathing that was calm, but croaking and loud from coughing. He sounded like an old man and only hearing his breathing made the Halforc frown, although the line between her eyebrows was neither a line of annoyance nor mistrust, but a line of worry. Carefully Mar stroked a few strains of purple hair away from the Elfs wet cheeks.Then she placed a hand beside his head, carefully so the pillow would not cave in and wake him up, before she leaned over him, her lips brushed lightly like soft veil over Atrams sweaty forehead.Urd had been right. The fever had eased. Still the fevers heat pricked on her lips, when Mar sat back up.Urd had been right. The fever had gone down. But it had yet not vanished.“There is nothing you can do. He just needs time.”While she sat there Mar felt her guts cramp in a feeling she did not wanted to name. Uselessness, instead of her a small little voice in her head named it with a voice as sharp as a blade: Helplessness. Mar sternly hushed the little voice, yet a small echo of it stayed in her mind like a trial of slime.With a stubborne grunt the young woman stood up straight, stepped away to the other end of the bed, checked if the broiling stones by the mans feet were still warm, then she adjusted the blankets over him, only to eventually stood there again without knowing what else to do. Useless, whispered the voice now almost sweetly, helpless.The Halforc grinded her teeth, sat back on the edge of the mans bed, wrapped her arms around herself.Mar felt the urge to cry like a little girl.

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#demonhunter-atram #third one in line ;)

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