Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-3293219-20140910084729

Azarath swiftly jumped up to his feet and ran through the building, pushing past Fritjolf to get to Nadira's room, seeing that she was still asleep. He slowly approached her, looking to Emarrel for confirmation, it was obvious that she had just gone back to sleep.

For fuck's sake... I missed it... He sighed as he sat down, watching over the Breton as she stirred a little in her sleep.

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The three of them sat around her bedside, in silence, one by one they lost consciousness and drifted off to sleep, occasionally, someone would wake up, to check on the Breton before going back to sleep. After a few hours, Azarath awoke and noticed that Nadira was lay, staring intently at Emarrel. For a brief moment, he grew nervous that she was dead, it looked that way to him but she eventually blinked.

"Nad?" He asked, rather nervously as he leant forward, she didn't seem to be noticing him at all...

She continued to stare at Emarrel, in some bizarre trance, like she was waiting for Emarrel to speak, hung on her every word.

"Nadira..." He placed his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently, making her rock from side to side but otherwise doing nothing to break her concentration.

"Nadira?"

The Dunmer rolled his eyes and got up, gently pulling her up and forcing her to sit up and look at him but her head immediately leered away, to Emarrel.

"Nad, it's Azarath... I came back..."

She continued to stare ahead, completely oblivious to his pleas for attention as he repeatedly shook her, wrapping his fingers around her shoulders and squeezing them in frustration. He eventually reached up for her face and forced her to look at him, eventually, she did so but not by choice. The Breton's eyes met his, looking incredibly confused as to why she was being forced to look at this stranger, who, as far as she knew, had nothing to do with her Mistress.

"You remember... Right?"

Nadira continued to stare at him blankly before looking back to Emmarell, awaiting orders, drawing the last straw and getting Azarath to snap.

"Snap the fuck out of it!" He bawled in her face before striking her, with such force that it sounded like the crack of a whip, worryingly she barely flinched, despite the red mark on her cheek. After recovering, she slowly looked back to the Dunmer, with the same blank expression as before...

"Please refrain from tampering with or damaging Emarrel's property." Her voice didn't seem to be reacting at all to the pain as she only had one thing on her mind, the only thing that Jorthar would allow her to think...