Chapter 7:
She walked next to her sister, submerged in her own thoughts. She cast her mind back into her memories, and as they came to her tent, she closed her eyes.
-----Flashback-----
He wrapped his arms around her, and she laid her head into his chest. She sobbed. She could fell his thumb slowly making circles around her right shoulder blade, and she could hear him saying
'Shh, it's alright, its fine.' Her hands clutched the back of his armour, and she couldn't control it, the sobbing shook her violently. One of his tears dropped onto her ear and trickled down her neck as he silently cried. She kept asking him a simple question,
'Why? Why me?' and he fell silent, his thumb still circling her shoulder. And after a while, her sobbing slowed, she noticed how warm his armour was, she expected it to be icy cold. She slowly released her hands, and as she remembered herself, she withdrew from him. But her legs wouldn't support her weight, and they buckled, his warm arms caught her, supporting her weight. He said something to the women on the chair, and he slowly drew her forward. It mildly surprised her at how gentle he was, and as they climbed down the dim spiraling staircase, her feet hardly touched the stone. She could dimly hear footsteps racing towards them, and a low keening from Saphira. Blodhgharm stood before them, his chest expanding rapidly. He asked questions, and they were answered, they made there way down to the lower levels, and she and Eragon released each other. She followed him towards an abandoned house.
-----End flash back-----
She opened her eyes, and she found her sister staring intently at her, sometimes it scared her how white her eyes could be when the light caught the right way. She cast a questioning glance towards her and her sister smiled impishly.
'You know, I was beginning to miss you.' Nealin smiled warmly as she said this and continued,
'That was weird, by the way.' And her face turned serious, leveling out towards her sister. Arya looked at her and asked,
'What was weird?' she let her hands cross over her chest and her eyes narrowed.
'The way you two act around each other. It scares me. I mean the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him.' Arya's ears twitched slightly,
'What are you saying?' I look at him weird?
'Listen, I know that you and he must have been through heaps together. I can see something, and if I told you, you would deny it, but all the same, if I was to say, he loves you, Arya, In the CARING way. And even if you can't make it out, you like him. I know it. I can see it.' Arya's eyes zeroed in on Nealin. She studied her for a while, but her sister's eyes stayed sincere the whole time, and Arya sighed, shaking her head slightly.
'Do you want to go to his tent?' asked Arya, she was desperate to change the subject. She shook her head in response,
'It would be awkward' she said. And turned as she undid her pack. It was clear that Nealin had taken over this tent, so Arya slowly packed some things and exited her tent, and angled herself towards the vague direction of Eragon's tent, thinking about what her sister had said. What if she is right?