i promise you i am not trying to NOT post on purpose. i'm having horrible writer's block. i know what i want for the next scene but unable to find the words. /sigh
disclaimer: in case you forgot, i don't own eragon.
They met up with Katrina who was waiting for them back at the road. Eragon ended up unable to walk on his own so Roran was carrying him on his back, a fact that Eragon did not appreciate but was too tired to protest.
There was a gasp. "Is he okay?" The girl asked, sounding concerned.
"Not doing too well," Roran responded to her. "He suddenly fell ill. I'm taking him over to Horst's. I'm sorry, Katrina, I won't be able to stay."
"It's alright. Just take care of him," she assured him. "I'll see you some other time. Goodbye, Roran! Goodbye, Eragon! It was nice meeting you!"
Roran bade Katrina farewell and soon they were off to Horst's.
"…she's nice," Eragon mumbled after a while.
Eragon could feel Roran tense under him.
"Yes," he said cautiously.
"You like her."
"…I do." Roran waited for him to say more but Eragon didn't feel up to teasing him at that moment.
"Roran."
"Hm?"
"I… I'm sorry."