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We rode all day and all night. I have no idea where we went or where we arrived, because I was still shocked that Shevraeth had saved me. All I can say is that we were at a small house in the middle of nowhere. The exhausted horse trotted up to the door, Shevraeth hopped ungracefully off then gently as he could lowered me into his arms. I squeaked as pain ran through me from the wounds on my back. I heard a sharp intake of breath from my companion, "sorry," he muttered.
Although it was small, the house was cozy, like a cottage,in fact that's what it was. "where are we," I croaked. I was still suffering from my foot and the fever it gave me but now i had to deal with the pain in my back. I thought back for a moment, and realized it was amazing I had been able to stand there on that platform.
Shevraeth put me on a bed with my back towards the roof, he then proceeded to rip off the back of my clothes.
"what are you doing" I asked stupidly, it was perfectly clear he meant to clean my wounds.
"just relax," he murmured, warm water poured over my back. When I felt a rag brush over the cuts I nearly fainted.
After he cleaned the cuts Shevraeth put his cloak over me and began to stroke my hair, "I'm sorry, we will have to wait here for a while, until my mother and father can get us out, so to speak." he said, I sighed
"Wont Gladaran find us?" I asked.
"No," he simply answered, his hand stopped it's comforting journey down my hair. As he thought, " well he shouldn't before we are long gone."
I understood what he said but I was too tired to think about it. "Don't stop," I said, referring to his hand. I could see his face from my position and although he continued to stroke my hair, I could tell he was deep in thought. I fell asleep to his gentle hand and my own thoughts of the future.
A/N; sorry its short, I'm sick and i just feel like updating because I don't know when I'll get the chance to later. The key word there is sick, so be nice, please review.