"When do you think he'll wake up?"
"Whenever his body feels like it's the right time. Now please, I won't ask you again; lower your voice," With that, Jenssen turned and walked back to another one of the beds to tend to some sick farmer. Salyaris made a childish face at his back before plopping down heavily in a chair that sat next to Teldryn. A large sack sat by her side and she grinned at the thought of it's contents. Teldryn was going to be so happy.
Speaking of, Salyaris leaned on the Dunmer's bed and watched his prone form. He looked much better than when she'd seen him last - his skin wasn't as pale as it had been and his chest was free of any gaping wounds. His upper body armor sat to the side, and Salyaris was almost tempted to peek under the bandages on his chest to see what scar was left behind. The acolytes had assured her that he was fully healed, but she could never be too sure.
They'd come to tell her that he was healed at some point in the afternoon, long after she and Farkas had gotten to work. She'd stationed herself in Arcadia's store by the alchemy table (after cleaning herself up, of course. Arcadia wouldn't let her in when she was covered in blood and spit up Stamina potion) while Farkas ran in and out with the ingredients she needed. She'd told the Nord that she'd pay him back in mead after it was all done, which was incentive enough for him. She almost felt bad for forgetting to tell him where she was going when Jenssen had come to find her, but she knew he'd figure it out eventually.
Salyaris sighed and shifted in her seat, poking Teldryn's upper arm. When he didn't react, she did it again.
"Wake up."
Jenssen shushed her, but she simply flicked her tail at him. Teldryn was all healed, wasn't he? Waiting around sleeping wasn't going to solve anything.
She poked him again, brightening when the Dunmer's face twitched in annoyance.
Poke
He let out a strangled groan, cracking his eyes open.
Poke poke
"Go... away..."
"Wakey wakey!"
Teldryn grimaced as he looked at her. There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other, a toothy grin on Salyaris' face. After a good solid two minutes of silence, Teldryn let out an annoyed breath.
"If I ever have to wake up to the sight of your shit eating grin again, I might re-stab myself," His voice was scratchy from disuse, but Salyaris' grin only got wider.
She leaned her head onto her hand, "Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud." She poked his arm again for good measure.
Teldryn bared his teeth and bat her hand away, "Stop that."
"No."
The Dunmer wrinkled his nose at her, jabbing his finger at her shoulder. She poked him back, and he retaliated again.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Pokepokepokepokepoke-
"I swear to Kynareth, you two are children," Danica sighed as she walked into the temple. Both Khajiit and Dunmer looked at her innocently - well, as innocently as Teldryn could look anyway. The priestess walked over to them, leaning past Salyaris and lifting the bandage on Teldryn's chest. The Dunmer looked away awkwardly at the close proximity while Salyaris pushed up under the priestess to get a better look.
A jagged scar ran across the left side of his upper chest, the skin there pulled tightly and still a dark shade of grey - bruising. However, besides the ache that it was probably causing Teldryn, it didn't look any worse for wear.
Danica nodded to herself and leaned away to confirm Salyaris' thoughts, "It'll hurt for a good while but you should be fine."
Salyaris nudged her companion playfully, "And now you've got a new sexy scar to show off to all the ladies."
She laughed when Teldryn shoved her away, "Yes, because that's all I want in life - more women chasing after me and my good looks."
"Ah Teldryn, you're such a lady's man."
The priestess cleared her throat, silencing the duo, "Since it seems you're feeling that well, I would ask you to please leave. We need all the beds we have in case someone comes in who truly needs it."
"Yeah yeah we get it," Salyaris waved her hand flippantly. Danica raised an eyebrow at the Khajiit.
Teldryn grunted as he sat up, "Ignore her, she's doesn't know how to be polite." Salyaris pouted at him but was ignored. "Thank you for healing me, though. I can't imagine what trouble she'd get herself into if I wasn't around." He waved his hand at the Khajiit next to him. She sniffed at him as Danica nodded.
It took him a moment to put his armor back on, and once he did the duo left the temple. Teldryn eyed the large sack Salyaris was lugging around, and they didn't make it very far before he could no longer contain his curiosity.
"Alright, what did you steal?"
Salyaris sputtered, looking offended, "Steal?! I didn't steal anything!"
Teldryn raised an eyebrow at her - though to be honest she could barely tell. Damn Dunmer eyebrows...
The Khajiit shrugged, "I'm being honest, I actually didn't steal anything for once."
"For once."
A guard eyed them as they walked by but neither paid him any mind.
Salyaris nodded, hauling the sack forward so she was carrying it in front of herself, "Yeah. This is actually a present for you!"
Teldryn stopped walking, pausing to give her a dubious look, "A present?" Salyaris nodded, smiling. Teldryn's look became apprehensive, "Should I be suspicious?"
The Khajiit stuck her tongue out at him and went to sit at one of the benches surrounding the Gildergreen, Teldryn following her lead. He did his best not to let it show, but he was grateful to be off his feet again. His chest ached immensely.
Salyaris shoved the sack into his lap and he winced, "Dagon's Eyes this is heavy..." He glanced again at his partner, snorting when she motioned him to open in excitedly. He loosened the strings around the opening and looked inside, pausing. "Are these..."
"Magicka potions!" Salyaris could barely keep herself still in her seat. Teldryn took one of the blue bottles out and inspected it.
"How many are in here?"
She thought for a moment, counting on her fingers, "Uhm... I lost count after... what was it, two hundred?" She jumped when Teldryn began coughing, an exasperated look on his face. She smacked him on the back to try and help, but it only made him wince in pain. "Uh... You alright?"
"You..." He cleared his throat. "You bought more than two hundred Magicka potions?!" He looked ready to strangle her. "You spent all our hard earned gold - gold that we were saving - on potions? Now I know you've lost it."
Salyaris pouted again, "No! I actually didn't spend a single coin. Farkas and I made them!"
The angry look on Teldryn's face melted back into one of apprehension, and he glanced back at the bottle in his hands quizzically, "You.. made these."
"Yeah! Every single one of them. Arcadia was nice enough to give me the empty bottles for free. Now you'll never run out of Magicka!"
"How do I know these won't turn me into a skeever or something?"
"Okay, rude."
Teldryn snorted, putting the bottle back into the sack, "All joking aside I guess, I appreciate this." He paused, chewing over his words. "And I guess if you hadn't been there I would have bled out so.. Thank you for that too."
Salyaris' fur prickled and she scratched her head, "Jeez, no need to get all soft on me now..."
She winced when the Dunmer smacked her, "I'm trying to be nice here, don't ruin it."
"Nice doesn't suit you," Salyaris snorted, grinning toothily when Teldryn glared at her. "Uhm, anyway! What should we do now that you're up and awake."
Teldryn shrugged, "I say we go pay that innkeeper in Rorikstead a visit. I would very much like to see his face when he sees we're alive."
Salyaris looked at him in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Sera... You don't actually think he sent us to a large bandit encampment on accident, do you?" The Khajiit looked down in thought before her mouth opened in a 'o'. "Exactly, this is why I'm the brains of the group."
She sniffed and stood, "Says you, I'm plenty smart. But hey, you sure you're going to be able to make the trip? You're still pretty sore, right?"
"I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about." He stood as well.
Salyaris' ears flattened, "What? Why?" She let out an 'oof!' when the large bag of potions was shoved into her arms.
Teldryn was already walking away, "I'm not carrying that all the way to Rorikstead!"
"Wait, Teldryn!" She shouted after him, gaping. "Oh come on, that's so unfair! These are yours!"
Her shouts were only met with laughter. The bastard...
Author's Note:
Well, that's that! XD The end. I'm probably gonna make another story that are just short little one shots of Sal and Teldryn's adventures, maybe next week xD Anywho, thank's for reading!
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