From the SkyrimKinkMeme, in response to the following prompt:
The Dragonborn comes home from a generally unpleasant day (Follower died, getting a particularly nasty wound, dragon ate all their treasure, whatever you like) and isn't very pleased. Cue LI helping make her feel better with fluff, jokes and/or sexytimes.
This is a prequel-of-sorts to "Bound" and "Nightmares," set somewhere around the time that they were just discovering interest in each other.
To say Lila had had a rough day was putting it mildly. It had been a rough fortnight and she was not in a good mood when she stormed into Jorrvaskr.
It had started when she'd been ambushed by a dragon out in Hjaalmarch. She'd been miles from anywhere, and she was, for the first time in months, traveling alone. It had been an Elder Dragon. She'd barely survived. But the damned beast had swallowed her horse and eaten her supplies.
And her treasure.
Bastard.
She'd tried to salvage anything, but there wasn't much left besides bones. It had always seemed convenient that dragons disintegrated when she killed them until she needed to recover her things from its belly.
All she'd found was the Wabbajack, some spiced wine, and a sweet roll.
She'd cursed her luck, kicked the dragon's skeleton for good measure, and set off on the long trek back to Whiterun. She might have starved, but she'd chanced across both a rabbit warren, and a salmon run, and though the meat had been tasteless without salt, she'd choked it down and kept herself going.
Still, even with all that, she might have still been alright.
Until the troll.
The damned thing had come out of nowhere, and had managed to give her a thorough beating and tear through her worn leather armor, leaving a nasty gash down her sternum. She'd killed it, but it had hurt her, and she'd lost a lot of blood. She tried to heal herself, but her potions had been swallowed by the dragon, and she had never been good at magic. Every time she cast a healing spell, she got dizzy, and it seemed to do more harm than good.
So she'd patched herself up as best she could, and kept on.
When she'd stumbled into Jorrvaskr, gaunt, bloodstained, and leaning heavily on the Wabbajack, silence had descended.
Then Aela had snorted and made some snide comment she couldn't even remember, and she'd nearly beaten the woman senseless- despite her weakened state- with the Wabbajack. Only Farkas' intervention had saved the other woman from Lila's wrath.
"Lila?" His voice had been so full of concern, and so gentle. She'd stared up into his beautiful eyes and tried to answer him.
Darkness descended.
Originally the text of chapter 2 had been included here, but I've since divided it since I feel like it is better formatted that way.