Snippet #2811840

How long had she been asleep? Eilin could only remember very vague moments of wakefulness. Hearing Sverre talking with someone near-by. Then a moment of the sun rising beyond the windows. Something cold being applied to her forehead. Yet the moments were short and fleeting.

Over a 24 hour period her tremors gradually disappeared, her breathing evening out as the poison worked its way out of her system. Even for a weak batch such as this, she had gotten lucky. Had the coated arrow tip embedded in her shoulder, she would have likely been much worse off in the aftermath of the attack.

It was night, a crescent moon hanging in the sky and casting a soft glow through the windows, that Eilin finally woke up to. It was the first time she regained proper consciousness and it took her a good few minutes to orient herself.

She was still in the same room Sverre had brought her to after the attack. Gingerly, Eilin shifted only to be met with an ache in her shoulder, causing her to wince slightly and reach over to find it bandaged up. The arrow... Right... Slowly the memory of her trek through the forest, the scout, and the fight all returned to her and she felt dread setting in at the consequences of her actions.

Sverre now knew who she was and as she looked around she found him, head on the covers, fast asleep next to her. What in the hell was he still doing here? Why had he come? Why did he insist on helping her? Was it some sort of a cruel joke? Guilt for burning her village to the ground? No... demons had no guilt nor shame, at least none she had ever come across. So what was his play in all of this?

Blinking away the haze, Eilin slowly propped herself up on her good arm, easing herself into a seated position. She had no idea if the movement would wake Sverre or not but the closeness of him was making her uneasy and so she shifted herself further away, eyes locked on that shaggy black hair she loved to play with as a child. Her mind was beginning to race as it woke up slowly. What could she do? Tell him to leave? Run away? Fight? Pretend she never woke up? Every options seemed more ridiculous than the last.

Eventually she settled on picking up a cup that had been left on the bedside, inspecting it to find it was simple water. That she did need so she drank and attempted to try and figure a way out of this bizarre situation.