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Chapter six.
Kilas had just finished her hot bath and was dragging a comb through her hair when the door to the room opened. Instead of Cloud, there stood a man old enough to be her great grandfather. His milky, unseeing eyes blinked at her as he came fully into the room, but his lopsided grin calmed her nerves. He was the man Cloud said was coming up to fix her. She really wished he had knocked, as Kilas was only in a towel and beginning to grow more embarrassed as the moment stretched on.
"Well young lady, I am Anderal. I'm the owner of this fine establishment you and your friend wandered into. Now, how 'bout you tell me a bit about yourself while I get you fixed up?"
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Cloud had nearly finished his second helping of stew and was letting his muscles relax by the fire when a young woman bounded into the room. She sat across from Cloud and beamed at him. After a few awkward moments, Cloud realized it was Kilas. Not the sickly, dieing Kilas, but the one she was before she wound up in a ravine broken and bleeding. Her hair was clean and pulled back into a loose braid. He now was able to see it wasn't brown but a light auburn. She was somewhat pretty.
Not as pretty as…
Cloud looked away from the now healthy Kilas and motioned to the kitchen, "There's stew." He left his chair and went upstairs to shower the past few days grime and thoughts away.
Kilas watched the blond man quietly make his way up the stairs before helping herself to some stew.
After two bowls, she figured that Cloud was dressed. She quickly washed her dishes and headed to the room, vaguely aware that the owners' un-viewing eyes were following her. He seemed to know everything she was going to say and she couldn't hide her feelings when he spoke to her. She told him all about her home with small flower patch out front, Seth, the love of her life, her past, and her thoughts on Cloud.
She made it to their room door and she quietly knocked. Thinking he didn't hear it she tried to knock again but before she had raised her hand the door swung open causing her to jump back into a wall behind her, knocking a painting loose. Cloud caught it before it hit the ground.
How the hell does he do that? He has some amazing skills. I can't wait to tell Seth about him.
She was breathless as she noticed his close proximity. He smelled of soap and wore only a pair of pants. His smooth, bare chest nearly pressing against her. He was tall, at least a head and a half taller than her. She started to blush. He took a step back and re-hung the picture as she came to her senses and ducked into the room.
That could have been bad. I don't need to think of that sort of thing. I have Seth.
Kilas stopped short when she realized that in the small room there was only a bed and an armchair. There was not much floor space either. She bit her lip as she felt the young man enter. With out a word he took the comforter off the bed and went to the chair. After settling in he simply says, "We're staying another day. Tomorrow we need to talk, but tonight you need to get some sleep. I'll take the chair tonight. Maybe another room might open in the morning. Nite."
"Uh, ok yea. Good night, Cloud. Um… Sweet dreams." She flicked off the lamp and lays on the bed. It really was big enough for two.
Stop it, stop it, and stop it! If he wants to sit on that chair at an odd angle all night then he can.
Nevertheless, he looks cramped. He'll be sore tomorrow.
Don't. He won't take the offer anyway.
Well, I might as well try.
"Hey Cloud?"
Bad idea!
Silence, before a nearly inaudible, "Hmm?"
"Do you, um, do you want to trade me? Or we could share? I mean the bed is big enough for two people and we would each have our own blankets. Plus that chair looks really tiny and you need a good sleep, too." She says quietly to the darkness.
More silence.
I told you. He isn't going to answer and he isn't going to-
A faint rustling breaks the silence, and the bed shifts as the ex-SOLDIER took her up on her offer. He positioned his self as far away as possible and closed his eyes.
Kilas began to get up to move to the chair.
"Lay down. You don't… you don't have to."
Kilas held her breath as she lay back down.
The dark room was silent, save for the soft breathing of the young companions.
Kilas smiled and buried her face in the pillow.
You do know this is wrong don't you?
Sorry, about all the stew talk. I had this really yummy Indian stew with hominy and some kind of meat and some cornbread. YUM! Perfect for this cold weather. Delish!
In addition, the fact that at times there's two voices in the thoughts does not mean they have Multiple Personality Disorder. It's kind of like the nagging little negative voice in your head that argues with you. On the other hand, maybe that's just me…. Either or, you should review.