Slumping over on the table in The Bannered Mare, Amalia groaned as she lamented her cruel fate, "Lydiiiiaaa, I'm hungry."
"Our food will be here soon, my Thane." Lydia said, reading a book.
"Lydddiiiaaa…."
"Please be patient my Thane."
After a few seconds, the dragonborn slammed her hands on the table, Amalia glared, "I can't wait any longer!"
"We just sat down, my Thane."
"This is a travesty!"
"That's not how you use that word, my Thane."
"A tragedy!"
"You haven't died, my Thane."
"I might!"
"My Thane, I've seen you walk in dragon's fire unharmed, and you seem mildly annoyed by traps at best. I doubt hunger will be enough to to kill you."
"It just might! You never know, what if hunger strikes when I'm asleep, how will I defend myself then?!"
"...Wake up?"
"I wouldn't be able to wake up fast enough! You know I'm a heavy sleeper!"
Lydia briefly flashbacked to all the times they had decided to make camp in the middle of a tomb, in the forest, or in an abandoned fortress they had just cleared of vagabonds. While the bodies were still there.
"Indeed you are, my Thane." Lydia muttered under her breath.
"And we only got two hundred gold from the Steward! Two hundred! What kind of pay day is that?!" Amalia protested to the heavens/Lydia.
"That is the standard rate for bounties…."
"We risked our lives!"
"My Thane, we do that all the time. Sometimes just because you think there's something valuable in a cave."
"Well, there are!" Amalia said, crossing her arms, "All those necklaces and rings…"
"Why do you keep storing them in your chest at home?" Lydia asked, reminded of the chest near the master's bed that was filled to the brim with jewels of all kinds. For some reason, despite Lydia's protests, she refused to part with any of them. They were worth quite a lot, so as to why Amalia refused to sell any of them is still a mystery.
"Because." The Dovahkiin said, crossing her arms and actually looking hesitant for once.
"Because…"
"They're shiny." Amalia admitted, looking like she had just confessed her secret love to Lydia.
The housecarl raised an eyebrow, "Shiny, my Thane?"
"Shiny. I don't know why, but I just really like the way they sparkle and feel. Sometimes I just wanna dump out the chest and lay in them." A dreamlike look came into Amalia's brown eyes.
"My Thane?" Lydia asked, wondering if she had to get pots and pans to bang together.
"Eh? Sorry." Amalia said, snapping out of it and sitting back down.
Silence for a while.
"Is our food here yet?"
"It will be here soon, my Thane."
"Well, it'd better be soon or else-"
"Excuse me, everyone." The resident Bard/playboy, Mikael called out, causing everyone in the bar to turn and look at him, "I'd like to play a song about our resident hero and lovely lass, you know her as…"Dragonborn." This caused the assembled partons, most of which Amalia helped in some way over the course of her adventures, to look over where she was sitting and raise a glass in her honor.
"Oh no…" Amalia whimpered, meekly trying to hide herself and covering her head with her hand. Lydia narrowed her eyes.
Clearing his throat, Mikael began.
"Our hero, our Hero claims a warrior's heart."
"I tell you, I tell you The Dragonborn comes."
"With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art."
"Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes."
"It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes."
"Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes."
"For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows."
"You'll know, you'll know The Dragonborn's come."
A roaring cheer came through The Bannered Mare that day. Minus one Dragonborn, who simply settled for wrapping herself in her cloak and trying to become invisible.
"My Thane, are you alright?" Lydia asked, the still cloaked girl not moving despite her food arriving.
"Are they done cheering?" Amalia asked, peeking out of her shroud.
Lyida nodded, "Yes."
"Oh good." Sighing in relief, Amalia pulled the cloak off her and began to pick at the venison chop and taking a slip of the potato stew.
"My Thane, you really must get over this complex you have." Lydia proclaimed bluntly, taking a bite of the grilled chicken breast.
Glaring at the Housecarl, Amalia began to pick at her food with greater ferocity, "Hey, I don't recall asking to be the Dragonborn."
"Maybe so, my Thane, but you must learn that the deeds you've accomplished do earn you some praise." Lydia returned calmly.
Amalia bristled, "I just don't like-"
"The attention, I know. But still, my Thane, you have earned some recognition after all. It's to be expected."
"I know. People keep asking me if I went to Sovngarde to do battle with Aludin, it's getting really old."
"...But you did, didn't you?"
"I did." Amalia nodded, "Even got told by that Tsun guy I'd get a place there after I die."
"You met Tsun?" Lydia asked in amazement, "And you didn't tell me?"
"You never asked."
"You were in a coma after you got back."
"Oh yeah." Amalia blinked, snapping her fingers.
"My Thane, please try to act so causal when you meet legendary figures. I know it may seem common to you, but us normal folk don't lead lives like yours."