He missed a step on the way up to the stairs, knocked on the cabin door with his rather big head, and promptly fell onto his face. Halt looked down to see Gilan, which was rather odd because most of the time Halt was looking up at Gilan instead of down. He sighed.
"You're letting a cold draft in. Get in, get out, I don't care if you freeze to death in the snow," he said sharply. Gilan gave no signs of life other than a halfhearted moan. Halt sighed again, and began to pull his former apprentice inside. Gilan was dragged as far as the kitchen, where he was piled in a tangle of arms and legs in an ungraceful heap. Halt put some water to boil, and soon the smell of coffee brought Will stumbling out of his room.
"Any particular reason Gilan is on the floor?" Will asked, looking as Halt and raising an eyebrow.
"Well why don't you ask him," Halt rolled his eyes. He was not fond of being woken up in the middle of the night by his idiotic former apprentice, so instead he retreated back into his room with his mug of coffee. Will shrugged.
"Alright then," he said to himself, as Gil was unresponsive and unconscious. Or dead. Although our young apprentice here did not want to think of that just then. He pulled two more mugs from the cupboard, filled then with coffee, straightened out Gil on the floor best he could, and sat down next to him. Thinking of nothing else to do, Will waved the mug of coffee under Gil's nose in hopes of bringing him to his senses. Gil moaned again, turned over, and was once again unmoving. A long stretch of silence followed while Will sipped his coffee.
"Gilan," Will finally said in a very serious tone, in hopes of initiating a conversation. Gilan just rolled over again so he was lying on his face.
"Will." Gilan said in a similar serious tone, though muffled by the floor in his uncomfortable looking position. "I have something to confess."
"Well," Will started slowly after Gil was once again unresponsive. "What is this thing you absolutely must confess?" Will sipped his coffee, waiting for an answer.
"I must confess that I am going through a crisis. I have no idea what to do with my life and I think I may have left my horse back at the inn." Gilan shifted his position, once again facing away from Will.
"Honestly, Gilan. You have to start from the beginning." Gilan just sighed. "And if you're not going to tell me what is going on, then I am very afraid I will not be able to assist you very well in your time of need. Although, I wouldn't mind going over to get Blaze for you. Coffee?"
"No." came Gilan's answer. Will shrugged, drained the last of his coffee, and considered drinking Gilan's coffee for him too. Deciding he had to sleep at some point, our young apprentice made a good choice and put Gilan's mug in front of his face. At least if Gil ever bothered to open his eyes he'd not be able to miss his now cold mug of coffee.
Not another word was said for the last hours of the night, and Gilan was left with his ever present mug of cold coffee.
I believe I have lost the ability to type and speak and form coherent sentences and I will probably regret posting this in the morning. I hope you have a lovely day and I hope at least a few of you bother to drop a review by! :)