When they had both made it inside Honeyside both of their chests were heaving, partly from running quickly and partly from nerves. When Brynjolf turned Kyra was clutching the clasp of her cloak, her hood only covering her hair and leaving her face exposed. Fear shined on her face then she glanced up at him. Still, her eyes were gold, any hint of their beautiful blue color gone. He ran his hand through his hair, astonished.
" What in the world happened out there lass?"
She took a moment to collect herself the began her story. " There were only two bandits outside the cabin so I knew I had to hurry before more showed up. But one had snuck up on me, one that had been turned to a vampire."
His eyes drifted to her neck where a part of a bite peeked out above her cloak.
He turned to look for supplies," We need to clean you up. Meanwhile you can start explaining what they looked like, I've never seen a vampire with gold eyes before."
He heard her gasp behind him. He looked back at her, watching her touch near her eyes. She stepped to go look at a mirror when he grabbed her.
" Don't do it lass. You won't be able to see"
Her shoulders fell, the realization hitting her.
" Everything is in the top drawer of the dresser," She started as she made her way to the bed. He let her go, his heart falling as he watching her shuffle over to the bed. As he pulled everything out of the drawer she sat and undid her cloak, letting it fall on the bed. Brynjolf took his spot next to her, the bite piercing against her skin. He gently wiped the blood away with a wet cloth.
" It's nearly gone." He gasped in shock. Kyra's eyes widened in surprise and quickly tried to catch a glimpse of her bite. But Brynjolf had covered it before she had the chance to see. Gold eyes and quick healing. What in the world type of vampire bit her?
" I should have just listened to Delvin's stories." She sighed in defeat. " Maybe if I had I wouldn't be in this situation."
Brynjolf grabbed her by the face, a hand on each side, and made her meet his eyes. " We are going to fix this lass."
Her gold eyes shimmered brightly, nearly hypnotizing him. Her eyes drifted elsewhere and she licked her lips before looking back at him, giving a nod.
" We will go back to cabin and look around for any clues. For now I need both of us to get rest, it's going to be a long ride."
" We will need more supplies, and tell the guild that we will be gone."
" I'll get it taken care of tomorrow. Now please sleep, I'm going to stay here to keep an eye on you."
She frowned," You need rest too."
He should have expected this from her. He was going to use this time to get ready, but he knew Kyra would hold her ground.
" Alright, I'll sleep with you."
The corner of Kyra's lips turned up. She stood, going to change into her night clothes. But as they both laid side by side, back to back in bed, he could feel her slight tremble of her body. He turned, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close into his chest.
" It'll be alright lass. I promise."
Kyra said nothing. But as she laid her hand on top of his he could help but notice as her touched started to grow cold.
The light began to spill through the window onto the bed. It's warmth welcomed Brynjolf with kindness. Kyra turned, her hand laying on top of his chest. Excruciating pain jolted her awake. A blood curling scream left her lips as she scrambled out of bed to the opposite wall. Brynjolf shot up.
" Kyra what's wrong!"
Kyra coward into the wall, her chest heaving and tears in her eyes. Brynjolf sat, confused. Then he spotted her clutching her hand. He turned and looked at the window where the sunlight poured in from and quickly closed the shutters, ceasing all sunlight. Then he carefully walked over and knelt in front of her, holding out his hand.
" Let me see."
Kyra slowly laid her hand in his palm, trembling more than the night before. The skin on the back of her hand had looked as if she had stuck it into a fire. Blisters had bubbled, the skin raw and tender where the light had hit. Brynjolf rushed to grab the medical supplies and quickly went to work. Even if she did heal quickly, it would no doubt take more time to heal such a burn.
As he worked tears streamed down Kyra's face as she bit back a scream. Finally, Brynjolf finished wrapping the wound and secured it so it wouldn't unravel. As he watched Kyra catch her breath Brynjolf knew that he'd have to figure out a plan more complex than just riding back to the cabin. And quickly.