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A few months after his return, he woke in the middle of the night to realize three things—Eiectorm was gone, he felt like a slug, and Mirimir was worried.
With a soft groan he forced himself up, found he was mostly clothed—to his surprise—added what clothing he was missing, and nearly fell over.
When the dizziness passed he walked as quickly as he could down the halls to the library, tapping lightly on her door, waiting for her to open it. With some hesitation, she did so, her silver-sparked eyes running over him before she took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him back onto it. She left the room and came back with a glass of water, which she forced him to drink.
While he got the liquid through his oddly thick throat, she lightly brushed the hair back from his sweating forehead, concern coiling almost tangibly in his stomach from the light touch. He tried to block her emotions, but found it even harder than usual.
I'm all right, he assured her softly.
She shook her head and pressed him down, going into the bathroom again. She returned with the glass refilled, and a bowl of water. She withdrew a cloth from the bowl, rang it mostly out, and began mopping his brow. Gentle fingers closed his eyes as she sighed softly, loosening the ties on his tunic.
Mirimir… Why am I so tired?
A flash of pain was his only answer, and that came through a foggy haze as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Yeah, I know, incredibly short chapter. My only defense is the two chapters for my two other current stories were on the draining side. Okay, one of my two defenses. The other one is I have another chapter nearly ready, but decided to go ahead and put this up and let you all stew over it while I finished the next one, rather than not putting anything up so I could put two together, since this one is so short. All that said, look for a longer chapter next time… by Tuesday, most likely.
Mirimir will speak… eventually. Promise.