Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140214192152

Nepht slowly stirred in her bed, she began to kick and squirm as she tried to hold onto the dream, that she was having but her body had decided that she had, had enough sleep for one night.

She disagreed...

She continued to roll over in her bed, trying to avoid the sun's light on her face as she didn't want to wake up but eventually the rope burn on her wrists and ankles decided for the both of them, throbbing, painfully as they brushed against the sheets. The dunmer winced and rolled onto her back, pulling her arms out of the covers and resting them on the quilt and sighing.

Nepht managed to prop herself up, with her pillow. She saw Bologra, slumped over her bed post as he had been for several hours. His arm stump was draped over the bedpost, by her feet as he used his shoulder as a pillow.

Tabith had gone to work as she wasn't allowed time off, unless she wanted one of the many office vultures to take her place, while she was gone. Her mother had stayed at home, not wanting to leave her daughter with the brutish orc that tried to drown her.

"You're up?" Laliah asked, with genuine surprise as she rushed over to her daughter and sat by her bedside.

Nepht was confused by her worry.

"Yeah, I'm..." Nepht didn't know what to say; she didn't look injured last night... did she? It was odd but she felt like the least worried person in the room, sure it had happened and she was terrified through it but it was over now.

She felt... strange; for not being more afraid. The elf that did this to her was still out there and she had no idea who he was...

Was he with Manja? Their armour was very similar but a totally different colour and style, his was darker, a different colour scheme and far more threatening. Nepht sighed as she looked up at her mother, who was eagerly sat by her bed. Nepht noticed that her mother had asked her a question, at some point but the young, dunmer had zoned out, a while ago.

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you feel okay?" Laliah's tone sounded, slightly, panicked.

"Yeah, I... I'm fine, really. I'm a little hungry though..."

Laliah smiled and nodded as she got up, to fix something up. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, yesterday.

"Has he been here all night?" Bologra hadn't woken up yet, he must have stayed awake, all night.

No wonder he was so tired…

"Yep, he hasn't left that corner." Laliah looked over her shoulder as she stirred the pot, several vegetables had already been placed inside. "He didn't seem to be doing anything, so... we ended up just letting him."

"Yeah... we talked in the night." Nepht whispered, suddenly remembering as if her memories were being, gradually, reintroduced.

Laliah didn't want to bring it up, so soon but she was anxious, what if they came back for her?

"Do you... remember anything? About yesterday?"

Nepht stopped to think for a moment... how much did she need to say? Should she mention Manja? She might have nothing to do with this but she's still a criminal, she could get her into trouble.

"I... I remember there being an elf. A high elf..."

"Larius?" Laliah probed, remembering his name as it was mentioned, last night. She held onto it, never allowing it to slip her grasp as having his name was a powerful weapon to use against him.

"I don't know, he never told me his name. He never even said anything to me, he just hit me."

"Hit you?" There were some sick people in the world, to walk up to someone, a child no less and kill them like that, without giving them a reason or any warning.

Though... that sounded like a slight mercy.

"Yeah, with a shield! I don't remember anything else, until I woke up." Nepht confessed, she saw no reason to lie about the actual attack, so long as she kept Manja safe...

"Did anything... strange happen before? Did you see anyone or see anything that was unusual?"

''Dammit... you'd think that she was the guard captain.''

"N-no..."

"Okay, just... trying to solve this..." Laliah muttered, backing down and putting her head back into the pot.

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It wasn't the most satisfying meal but the gruel was the best thing that could have been made on such short notice. Nepht ate as much as she was able but eventually, she was left with nothing but water as she picked the best bits out.

Bologra sniffed, smelling food for the first time in, what felt like, days. He pulled his head up, noticing the ache in his neck from sleeping, slumped over the railing of a bed.

"Something's cooking..." He mumbled, thinking aloud.

"That's our breakfast..." Laliah reminded him, turning back to Nepht to give her a reason to be angry with him but her daughter just shook her head.

"He saved me; he should have some too..."

Her mother sighed in response and went over to the cauldron, she wondered where she got this, bizarre, forgiving attitude from. Perhaps it was from her grandfather or that breton but... he wasn't so forgiving of his enemies as Tabith and Helseth explained.

"How are you doing kid?" Bologra grumbled, trying to adjust his neck.

Nepht smiled at his interest, it was nice for someone to ask that for once.

"Good! Considering..." She replied; rather chipper about the whole thing...

"Your wrists don't look too good." The orc couldn't help but point them out as Nepht looked down and examined them; they were raw from the rope burn, caused by her restraints.

"Yeah... my nose feels funny to."

Laliah placed the soup bowl in his hand. The orc placed it on his knee and began to eat from it, doing his best not to spill.

"You should see Veneficus, when you get the chance." Laliah suggested.

"It's fine mum, we don't need to bother, it's just a fe-"

"I wasn't... just talking about the rope burn or the nose..." Laliah reminded her, hoping to be evasive near Bologra.

He wasn't listening, too busy eating, one handed.

