"Easy, don't hurt yourself now."
Mjorin slowly opened his eyes from his slumber. As the world slowly faded into a blur then into reality, Valnessa, Daryl and Ra'Jarr all stood around his bed. He groaned lightly before he laid up and propped himself against the bed frame with a thud and a cringe.
"Ahh, Mjorin finally awakens." Ra'Jarr said.
"Yeah… How long has it been?"
"A few days…" Valnessa said shyly.
"Aye, too many days. You're missing out on the Stormcloaks running Whiterun now." Daryl said.
"It's good we won. But why am I here? shouldn't I be in the temple with the rest of the wounded?"
"Little lass here decided to take you in and bring you back to help herself. Not a bad catch Mjorin." Daryl spoke out in reply, Valnessa blushed, Ra'Jarr snickered a little, Mjorin simply rolled his eyes.
"You're also welcome." Daryl said.
"For what? running from the battle for backup?"
"You would have died if I didn't."
Mjorin said, "I guess you're right. But next time just shoot them, I could have got up and killed more that way."
"gotcha. But the un-posted troops are being called back to their duties in other towns or return to Windhelm, I don't believe you're posted here so rest up for the ride home. You wouldn't want to walk alone. See ya!" Daryl said, "Time for some mead!" with that, Daryl ran out of the house. Valnessa shut the door behind him.
"The roads have also become more unsafe. I don't suspect the final war to be soon." Ra'Jarr spoke up, "I hope we won't run into this problem again. The sands are calling for us."
"Aye, they are. I hope the war is almost over. Tullius that bloody idiot… I hope it's my blade that takes him out, throws the Empire out of Skyrim and the peace is restored."
"We hope so too. The land is cold, in need of warm I am. I shall get a move on, Farewell Mjorin, thank you very much lady Valnessa." Ra'Jarr tipped his head at them before he turned and walked out. Mjorin slowly got to his feet.
"You shouldn't be moving!" Valnessa quickly cried out as she spotted him stand.
"It's time I got my ass out of bed. C'mon, let's go for a walk or something." Mjorin said, making his way to the door and exiting. Valnessa sighed before she followed him out.
After a few more days, Mjorin slowly recovered and was ready for the voyage to return to home. Him and Valnessa made their way to the gates once again, pushed their way out and into the stable area. The Caravan tents were packed up and were no longer there. Mjorin smiled a little as they walked into the empty spot.
"Valnessa, I truly am grateful for everything you've done for me these past few days."
"Don't worry about it Mjorin, you showed me around and have been fair to me, it's the least I can do." Valnessa smiled at him, she faced him. "I hope i'll see you sometime soon, maybe you can work on being posted here?"
"I can try, but I wouldn't doubt i'll be summoned to fight on the vanguard for the coming battles.. But I think settling as a guard in Whiterun wouldn't be bad."
"After you return from Elsweyr that is. Ra'Jarr told me of the visit plan. I wish I could see Elsweyr."
"I think it wouldn't be hard to get you to come. Once the war is over we will go. I promise."
"I'm keeping you on that promise." Valnessa smiled more. Mjorin returned it before he held out his hand. Valnessa looked at it before she sprung forward and embraced Mjorin in a huge. He looked at her before he returned the hug. They held for awhile before the broke apart.
"Be safe on the road, okay?" Valnessa spoke up, her cheeks a deep red.
"Now I don't really want to leave. But I will, and i'll return soon." Mjorin chuckled a little before he made his way to the cart. He took his seat beside Daryl, obviously, and waved to Valnessa as the cart began to move.
"I got something to make this trip a little better." Daryl spoke up, he reached into his bag and threw a bottle of mead over to Mjorin. He caught it and popped it open.
"Aye, the trip seems a little more promising now." Mjorin laughed a little before he raised his bottle and took a sip, the men were ready for yet another long and cold trip back home.