This chapter is a little short and badly written.
Alese was back in her house; her parents by her side, her mother and her father were standing over her smiling. She tried to move, but she felt frozen and weak. Her parents remained silent; there was something different about them. They weren't how she remembered. Their eyes, there was something wrong with their eyes…
They changed their expression, to a sad and worried look. Her father picked up two knapsacks, they both looked pretty full. They both walked over to the door, and started to unlock it. Alese wanted to cry out to them and tell them to stay but no sound would come out. She was helpless; tears were running down her cheeks.
"Alese!" She was shaking, or being shook. Her eyes snapped open to see Loy kneeling next to her, she was in her house, but her parents weren't there. Her thigh sang with pain, her hand lifted and went to lift the bandage, but Loy's hand stopped her.
"You've lost a lot of blood, I don't know if you even remember, but you've been in and out of consciousness for a week now" She looked into his eyes, he'd been crying. She noticed a lot of bloody rags in the corner of the room.
"You looked after me?" She was surprised, but she also felt guilt…he was so excited to go to Riften, and she ruined it. She could see the tears in his eyes.
"I couldn't just leave you, you almost died. There was so much blood, I couldn't make it stop, you kept passing out and I panicked." He was talking so fast, words kept shooting out of his mouth. "Also, I've been thinking about it a lot, I don't think I like the idea of being hated by everyone in Skyrim" She knew that he was referring to the Guild, she didn't know why but she agreed with him. Thieves were hated, and if you were caught, bye bye freedom.
"So what are you going to do? Stay in Falkreath?" Loy sensed a hint of hope in her voice; he wanted to stay with her. The only real problem was that he didn't feel that he belonged in Falkreath. If only he could convince her to travel with him, even for a few weeks.
"I'm going to head over to Whiterun, see if there's any work." A sudden feeling of loneliness swept through Alese. She didn't want him to leave her; she wanted to go with him. However, deep inside she was scared, scared of letting him get to know her properly, scared of driving him away. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities; she was nineteen, and basically wasting her youth. What's the worst that could happen?
"Would it be okay if I tagged along?" She stared at him, waiting for an answer.
"I was waiting for you to ask." His red hair flopped over his forehead when he nodded at her.
"We'll leave in a few days?" She said beaming at him.
"Yeah. Do you have any armor, other than shitty hide armor?" Feeling slightly offended, she grumbled something about her mother's armor.
"Is it in here?" He tapped the chest at the end of the bed, giving him a slight nod. He opened it and took out her mother's scaled armor set.
"Not bad." He looked excited, for the rest of the day he was giddy. Even though Alese kept nodding off because the health potions he'd been giving her made her drowsy, her heart felt like it was racing.
The day before they were due to leave, she felt like a kid who couldn't get to sleep on Christmas Eve. Maybe this was her fate, to travel around. Her eyes were slowly closing, and she could feel herself slowly drifting away into a restless sleep.