Farkas groaned as he opened his eyes. His head was throbbing and the light in the room didn't help at all. At first he thought he was in his room in Jorrvaskr, but then a little boy and a little girl leaned over him. "Mommy, Daddy!" they shouted, making Farkas's head hurt worse. "He's awake finally!" A woman rushed over, shooing her children out of the way, and loomed over him. "Sweet Mara, he is." she said, handing him an herb. "Here, eat this. It'll ease any pain you have."

Pain? Besides his head ache what other pain could he ha-? He cried out as he tried to move his left leg. He shook as he put the herb into his mouth. The woman looked like she felt bad for him. After a bit of silence, the woman spoke again. "I'm Maralith."

"Farkas."

Maralith smiled and helped Farkas sit up, making sure not to jar his leg. "What happened to me?" Farkas asked, wondering how long he'd been out. Maralith busied herself, getting the man some food and ale. "My husband was out hunting when he saw a werewolf trying to fight a giant." she explained, making Farkas swallow. "The giant walked off after making sure the wolf wouldn't get up. My husband went to check on the thing but found you in it's place." She chuckled. "Butt naked too."

Farkas blushed. "Anything else I should know?" he asked. Maralith handed Farkas some bread and hot venison along with a tankard of ale. "Well, you've been out for about three weeks." Farkas chocked on the ale in his mouth. Three weeks?! Vilkas was probably freaking out and pitching Talos knows how big a fit! "Listen..." he began, swallowing a piece of meat. "I need to get home."

"You're not moving out of bed in your condition."

Farkas rolled his eyes and huffed in a rather wolf like manner. "I meant after I get better." he grumbled. "After my leg is healed, I'll help you out around the house and do any chores you ask me to do." Maralith suddenly looked sad, but she still smiled. "There's not much you can do." she whispered, making sure her kids couldn't hear her. "We live on the very edge of Riften territory and we don't have much. Money, food, anything." Farkas looked down at the plate of food in his lap.

He took two more small bites, then handed the plate back to Maralith. "Give that to the kids." The woman stared in shock. "B-but your wounds!" Farkas ignored her protests and set the plate on the dresser next to him and asked about his clothes. Maralith hesitantly got his armor. He grabbed it and began looking through his satchel. "Ah, here we go." he mumbled, pulling out his large coin purse. He counted out enough so that he had enough to get him home, but enough so that Maralith could buy food, clothes, and afford to repair the house.

As she took the money from him, she began to cry. No one had ever been so kind to her since before she was forced out of the city. "Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, hugging Farkas tightly. Farkas grunted in pain but chuckled through it, hugging back. He hated seeing people in poverty, so he usually donated some of his own coin to beggars or people who were barely getting by. Vilkas had always yelled at him for it.

Vilkas... Yelling...

As Maralith pulled back from the hug, Farkas scrambled to get up. Maralith cried out and called for her husband. Fark, Maralith's husband, picked up Farkas and tried to hold the man back. Farkas tired to claw, bite, and kick his way away from the man holding him back!

After about twenty minuets of struggling, yelling and crying, Farkas lay on the bed again, whimpering in pain. "Who's Vilkas?" Fark asked, wiping Farkas's face with a cool, damp rag. "My twin brother." Farkas mumbled, wincing when Fark's hand brushed a wound. Fark looked up at Farkas's face and his heart broke. Farkas's face held a look of sadness he'd only seen on those who'd lost their loved ones. "Is he... Okay?" Farkas managed a shrug. "He's probably pitching about the biggest fit anyone could imagine." he muttered, thinking about what Vilkas might be doing.

"Before I ran out on him, we'd gotten into a fight." Fark nodded and sat silently, listening to the other man. "We were on a job and we ended up pretty far from any town or hold and we found a little girl. Some vampire tried to turn her and, well we didn't have an potions at the time, so... Vilkas killed her." Fark blinked and stared at Farkas for a second, taking in what he'd said. Farkas simply continued, lost in thought. "BAck at home, he and I got into a big fight.

"I beat him up pretty good and called him a terrible person... I also said I hated him..." Fark sighed and brushed some hair out of the other's face. "I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it." Farkas nodded and let out a shaky breath. He prayed to Talos Vilkas knew that.