Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-11457306-20140710005445

Saga had heard the entire conversation. She had awakened not too long before Praestus had arrived, but had not moved, listening and evaluating. She felt weak, but her mind felt clearer than before. When Rowan mentioned 'rash', she examined her arm.

Rowan finished with the potion and came over to check on her. She opened her eyes.

"Why are you protecting me?"

Rowan started. "What?  How are you awake?  You should have slept till morning."

"You gave me ground Bloodwort, didn't you?"

Rowan chuckled and knelt by her cot as if examining her. "You know your alchemy, don't you?"

"I was top of my class.  You have not answered my questions."

Rowan looked down at this new Saga. This was a side he had not seen before.

"Yes, ground bloodwort.  I'm trying to help you, Saga.  Give you a chance at survival."

"Why, when you know I will only suffer more?  Why not let me die?" Her voice was bitter.

Rowan was silent for a moment. "I cannot sit by and watch someone die, Saga.  I am a healer."

"Then help me escape.  Otherwise you will surely see me die."

"Saga..." Rowan was speechless. "I have never seen such fire in you before."

"It was ever there, healer.  I have kept it hidden.  But now is the time to feed the flames."

"Saga, you know I cannot do what you ask."

"Then bring me good water.  That is all I ask.  I will do the rest."

Rowan frowned. "Saga..."

"Send me back to my cell.  I grow weary of you."

Rowan's spoke more roughly to her than he ever had before. "Once your rash is gone, I will send you back."

Later, lying on his bed, Rowan thought over Saga's words. "Mighty Stendarr, have mercy on this poor pitiful fool and show him the right path," he prayed.