Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140121230830/@comment-3293219-20140123112327

As the nords began to talk about the battle and talked about their strategy, Nish felt incredibly out of place. He felt as if he didn't belong here and the more he thought about it, the more he saw that he was right. He left Corelas, Bologra and the nords to figure out by themselves.

He looked over to Eilonwyn's door, he saw her go in as his eyes followed her around as the meeting took place. Her safety and well being, what was left of it, were his primary concerns...

The breton built up the courage to go in, wondering if he should stay away but then what would he do? Play 'soldier' and debate things that he didn't understand? He sighed, heavily and followed her in, he was thankful that she was asleep so he didn't have to explain himself.

Nish pulled up a chair and sat down by a small dining table, watching her sleep for a few moments before looking away.

''Nope... still doesn't feel right...''

He ran his hand down his face and sighed, the breath became broken, fragmented as his sadness caught up to him. ''How could I let her do that? After what it did to me... how could I give her a sythe and let her...''

His fingers, almost instinctively went up to his eyes as he stopped to wipe the tears from his eyes, the echoes of J'dharjo and Xeran blasted him repeatedly until the two of them became one victim and he and Eilonwyn became the other.

Will she ever be normal again? He looked up as she began to sob in her sleep, he went over and placed his hands on her shoulders, eventually getting her to stop. Nish buried his face into her arm as she finally lay still, shedding a few tears of his own...

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, kissing her on the forehead before leaving the room.