Sighing, Stahl walked into the tent with a bowl of hot soup. Setting it down on the bedside table, he took a seat next to the bedridden mage.
"You know; you don't have to ask me to help you as a last resort."
Not quite meeting the knight's eyes, Ricken covered the bottom half of his face with his blanket, hiding his frown. "I didn't want anyone to worry about me." Trailing off, he squirmed under what he assumed was a disapproving look from Stahl.
"Well, now you have one very concerned friend. Why didn't you get someone to check this earlier?" The knight wasn't so angry with the mage, just upset that the other wasn't taking the best care of himself.
"I don't need them fretting over me. I need to prove myself." Sitting up, he finally got out of the covers and reached for the soup, murmuring his thanks.
"Ricken, how many times do I need to tell you, no one doubts you." Running his hand through already messy hair, Stahl sighed again. At this rate, he'd be on par with Cordelia's legendary sighing habit.
Brows furrowed, Ricken didn't answer, paying more attention than necessary on his soup. But when the broth proved too hot, he stuck his tongue out, blowing on the spoon fiercely to cool it down.
Snorting, got up and tousled Ricken's hair. "Well, feel better. And call me earlier next time, alright?" With that, he tossed a small packet of medicine on Ricken's lap. "My family does run an apothecary, so you can trust me with this at least."
AN: Hello! This story is about to reach it's one-year anniversary, and here's a thanks to everyone for sticking around for so long! And with that said, I'd like to try to do something to commemorate the date. I'm open to suggestions, because I don't have anything planned myself.