Tier'ghan outright refused to go anywhere with Magister Novi or Orvil. After a good hour of arguing they finally left. He stretched out face down at the foot of Quenoor's bed, his arms and head hanging off one side while his legs dangled off the other. This whole situation was a mess. And entirely his own fault.
If he'd just tried harder to convince a paladin to join him he'd never have ended up in such a dire situation in the first place. He'd tried for two years to hire someone, but without a steady income and with his reputation no paladin would even consider him. He could hardly blame them. He often didn't make enough money to even support himself. He'd been thinking about taking up an entirely different profession just to supplement his income. Though now he had no idea what to do. What did invoking a god do? Was he now bound to them?
A small shudder ran through him at the thought. He'd likely find out soon enough. Lifting his head he turned to look at Quenoor. He appeared to still be asleep, eyes closed and breathing deep and even. Tier'ghan let out a soft breath. He'd be alright.
A sharp blow to his shoulder shook him awake.
"What are you doing, idiot?" Quenoor's gruff tone made it through the haze of sleep.
Tier'ghan blinked several times and rolled to his side. He grabbed Quenoor's foot before he could kick him again. It was a nice foot.
"I was sleeping. How are you feeling?"
"Like I dipped my arms in boiling water."
Tier'ghan sat up, noticing the lines of pain around Quenoor's eyes and mouth. "I'll go fetch the doctor."
"Yes I'm bothering. You're in pain." Before Quenoor raised another protest Tier'ghan got up and went to the door. "They'll have something you can take to help."
It only took a few minutes to track down one of the nurses and get a packet of pain medication. He couldn't use his magic to help, so this was the next best thing. He hoped anyway.
Quenoor was sitting up in the bed when Tier'ghan returned. Tier'ghan frowned noticing how pale he looked, the normally gold hued skin now more ashen.
"You shouldn't be moving about so much," Tier'ghan admonished him softly. "I have some medicine for you."
He refilled Quenoor's water and set it within reach on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. He opened the packet, careful not to let any of the powder spill out. He emptied the packet into the glass and swirled it around. "Here, open your mouth. It's going to be bitter but it should help."
Quenoor didn't open his mouth, the dark gaze searching Tier'ghan's face. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you. You don't need to be moving about too much. Come on, open up."
Quenoor turned his head to the side. "Please go away."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not doing that. You are here because of me so I am going to help you however I can."
Quenoor grumbled something unintelligible and shook his head slowly. "Idiot. You have no idea what you've done."
"I know. I'm always mucking things up, I'm used to it by now."
"No. You're not understanding. You've pledged yourself to a being from the Shadow Realm. I should be the least of your worries."
Tier'ghan chewed at his bottom lip as he looked down at the glass in his hand. "I'll be honest. I don't even know what it means to invoke a god, but I'd rather take care of what is in front of me than worry about what might await. You are here because of me and I'm not going to sit and watch you suffer when I can do something about it."
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***2018 Watty's Shortlist*** ⚞⚞Formerly Idiot Mage & Sassy Stallion⚟⚟ Tier'ghan Trolde ran from everything. Responsibilities, jealous would-be lovers, debt collectors but most of all from the knowledge he is a failure as a mage. Where his fellow gra...