Chapter 9: Temporary Respite
Talon was exhausted, the warband were further away than they seemed and also moving away from him, thus it was a parched cry that escaped his lips:
"Hello? Please… need medical…Lissandra"
His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried on a bluster of wind and a sharp-eyed Avarosan girl whipped her head in his direction. She saw him carrying a limp boy, and here eyes narrowed. Did she recognise him? The suspicion etched into her face dispersed and was replaced with worry. Beckoning him over, a spoke gently,
"We'll get you to the medic's tent. As for him…" she pointed down at Ezreal, allowing her voice to trail off. She lead him by the arm to a tent that was slightly different from the others, but Talon could no longer take any of his surroundings in. A dizzy spell struck, and he stumbled. A few Avarsonas rushed over to help him, but the camp was almost deserted. Once inside the (rather large) tent, Talon was sat on a bed whilst Ezreal was placed in the one adjacent. It took some time to pry Ezreal from the assassin's freezing hands, as they were clenched tightly around the boy's jacket. He was given some water, and happily drank it. A refreshing burst of ice cascaded down his throat, and he almost sighed with joy. However the same girl he had approached earlier walked over to him and began to speak.
"You know Her Majesty, Ashe must be informed of your presence."
"But surely that is no major issue," Talon wheezed, feeling slightly faint, "she is renowned for her kindness and acceptance."
"That she is." the girl replied, "but she may not take too kindly to an assassin in out midst". Talon panicked. So she knew after all. He did not have long to dwell on his fears, as suddenly his feeling of weakness intensified. He felt slow, drugged even. That was it - there was something in he water! Terror gripped him but he was helpless to watch as the girl swung his hanging legs onto the bed (as he had last all control of his limbs) and moved him into a sleeping position. He noticed her fail slightly to conceal a tender smile, but only had his manic worries to accompany him as he descended into an uneasy sleep.