When I gained consciousness again I found myself tucked in that old blanket next to a fire. "Why did you run?" Eragon asked, not turning from the fire. "I thought you would kill me for who my parents are." I whispered. "Why would I kill you just because your father is Galbatorix? Do you know who Murtagh's parents are? If I did kill because of ancestry then where would I be? A murderer for sure." He said in a monotone. We were quiet. The only thing audible was the crackling of the fire. The a slight whoosh of wind hitting flesh alerted us of the presence of Saphira. She too was silent. Shruikan was right behind her. They landed and settled down curled around us. "I don't understand. Why does he still keep me here?" I muttered to myself.
Because he has feelings for you. Otherwise he would have kicked you out a long time ago.
I know that. But still…
All is fair in love and war.
Why does it have to all be so complicated?
It's life.
I looked away from Shruikan's intense gaze. Eragon had his head between his knees. We're all too young for this.Saphira wrapped her tail around him. She truly loves him. But he's is only family love. I don't get it. Why does the world have to be so cruel? In a different world the worst that could happen to me was a bad husband. The worst that could happen to him would be, I don't really know. He should be in the military. I ducked under the blankets to find my dress torn and tattered beyond repair. Oh what would I do? It was ripped from seam to hem. "Uh, Eragon? Do you by any chance have some spare leather?" "I guess, why?" he finally looked at me. I was still burrowed into the blanket. "I just need it." And I pushed my head out. He looked at me quizzically. Then shrugged and handed me the leather. "You better not look," I warned him, "I have my dagger right here." And I set on making a new pair of trousers.
I finished eventually. Then I tried them on. "Well, how do they look?" I modeled for him to see. His mouth was open. I must admit, they looked pretty good to me. And they were sensible enough to ride a dragon or commence in a sword fight. "I'll take that as a 'they look wonderful'." And I smiled and went to get some dinner.
disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance Cycle. Christopher Paolini does. But I do own the plot and Aurora, plus her leather trousers! I forgot to put this on all the other ones.