Nothing Ever Hurts Again
At the knock that came on her door, Sarah Williams climbed out of her bed. The candles spread about her room all lit as her foot touched the floor. Opening her bedroom door, Sarah was surprised to find Llewellyn standing in the hall.
"My lady," he said, bowing, "My wife is unable to assist you today. She asked that is assist you in any way that I might be able to."
"Oh," Sarah said, stepping back and opening the door for the Feline. "Come in."
Llewellyn entered, immediately opening the thicker of the two sets of curtains. Sunlight filtered into the room, and the candles went.
Sarah stood with her hand to head, regretting having the third martini before going to bed. Yet, at the same time, she wanted another.
Llewellyn turned toward Sarah, noticing the look of discomfort on her face. "My Lady," he asked, a look of concern on his face, "Are you alright?"
Sarah nodded, lowering her hand. "I'm fine, Llewellyn. I just need a bath and a martini."
Llewellyn nodded, waving his hand. A martini appeared, floating in midair. As the Feline walked into the bathroom to draw a bath for Sarah, he made a mental note to warn his wife of the girl's growing alcohol problem, concern never leaving his face.
Sarah walked in behind Llewellyn, this being her first chance to really talk to him. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, My Lady," Llewellyn responded.
"What do you do here?" Sarah took a sip of her martini, watching the graceful Feline working the many faucets.
"I serve His Majesty, performing the same tasks as my wife performs for you." Llewellyn turned to face Sarah. "If it's not too bold, My Lady," Llewellyn said, lowering his eyes, "Cattie is worried about you."
"Why?" Sarah asked, tipping her head to the side slightly.
Llewellyn glanced up at Sarah before looking back at the water. "She's worried that your drinking might affect you," he answered, quietly. When Sarah didn't respond, the Feline looked up at the girl. Seeing the contemplative look on her face, he dared to ask, "Why do you drink?"
Sarah smiled sadly. "If I drink enough, I can't feel any pain."
Llewellyn blinked a couple of times, before taking Sarah in his arms, stroking her hair. "It's no wonder His Majesty fell in love with you."
Sarah looked up, confused, "Why?"
"You've made any male that you've come into contact with in the Underground want to protect you."
The two stood that way for a moment, Sarah glad to have a male there when she felt so helpless, Llewellyn wanting to do everything in his power to protect the girl. "Llewellyn?" Sarah asked after a time. Llewellyn stepped back to look at her. "Jareth's probably wondering where you are."
Llewellyn nodded, turned the faucets off, and left Sarah to her thoughts.