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Old 04-13-2006, 09:04 PM   #214
Taralphiel
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There was warmth around Lys, warmth much more deep and comforting than a blanket in the cold morning. His body was still pulsing with pain from all areas, and he struggled to even open his eyes.

He saw a face. His mind immediately began to race with panic. Someone had found him! But was he the one that left him here? Had he come…to finish his work?

Lys wanted to recoil, yell and scream out for help. But only the smallest exertion brought him to coughing and he winced at the pain in his raw throat and chest. The man did not make a move, only watched Lys carefully.

At that moment a woman entered the room, and Lys felt cornered. He could do nothing to save himself from these people, if they meant ill. Perhaps…he knew them once? Why could he not remember anything? Lys tried as much as he could to curl up into himself, and away from the two faces, however warmly they looked at him.

“Here. Drink.”

Lys looked up, and saw the cup of water being presented to him. His thirst won over his caution, and he allowed the stranger to aid him to drink in great gulps, though it hurt him to swallow so much fluid. Lys let his grasp slip on the cup, and the other man eased his body back against the sheets. He closed his eyes, and tried to work up the courage, and strength of voice to say something to the strangers. But his thoughts were interrupted.

“Anything I can do to help, sir?”

A young man was at the door to the room. He could not have been very much older than Lys, though he looked much stronger. He limped towards the bed, and it seemed he had done something to his foot, though he tried his best to conceal it. The older man began to talk to him of a healer, but Lys was not paying much heed to this conversation.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a man standing by the doorway. His face was creased with worry as he looked on him lying helpless on the bed. This man looked kind to him, and his worry relieved him somewhat. Maybe this place was not a threat to him. Perhaps, he could call these people his rescuers. He watched the man smile at him, then quietly walk away. He looked at the two men in the room talk, and managed a small, contented smile. No, these people were not evil, and he had no need to fear. Again, Lys closed his eyes and tried to rest a little.
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