Phaing wrote:Raimius sighs, a little exasperated and a little sad. He shrugs and locks the door behind him.
Sylvi immediately regretted her decision once she saw the disappointment on Raimius' face once he saw what she was doing. Still she wasn't quite ready to trust him. Even if he wasn't planning to harm her, this may have been the action that leads him to believe she's too dangerous to let live.
Phaing wrote:"It may interest you to know that the Brothers are drilling a hole in the skull of your patient. A tiny one, to relieve the pressure that a concussion sometimes causes. They say you are a fine medic, he would never have survived the trip here. In any case, if they had seen him just a few hours later it might have been too late. So, congratulations, you saved a life and won the grudging respect of professional Healers. The fact that it was a Human life stands you in good stead with the folk around here, too, but that never occurred to you, did it?."
Sylvi lowered her hand, realising what a fool she had been. He came back singing her praises, only to be greeted with a startled wolf at the end of a blade. "N-No... I didn't..." she muttered softly, regret lacing each of her words.
Phaing wrote:While he was speaking, he took off his jacket, the wool vest and the shirt underneath. He pauses to whip the undershirt over his head, and before you can say anything, his pants follow. He rolls everything up and drops it by the door. "I arranged for our laundry to be done while we sleep. It can be done at the Cloister, but ... I never let myself rely on a positive outcome."
If the situation wasn't awkward or tense enough already, Raimius' sudden near nudity certainly didn't help. Sylvi turned away sharply, shame and embarrassment on her face. Her ears had folded back, and she couldn't help but avoid eye contact.
Phaing wrote:He is standing there in a loincloth now, and snaps his fingers to make sure you are not looking away.
"Alright then, the only weapon I have now is the one I was born with, ready to listen with both ears?" He goes behind the screen to make use of the tub. "You are free to go, I'm not the sort of imbecile that would try to keep you here against your will. But if you go, you should worry about a few things... such as the fact that below that window is a long drop to a slate walkway. There is also the fact that the knife you picked is a throwing knife, its just as useless in a hand-to-hand right as that magic pebble."
From the way the water is sloshing around, Raimius is actually using the bath, not fooling with it.
"Should you go, you should worry about Rita. Bad people are looking for her, they might not be looking to kill her. Instead, they could be out to imprison her mind, warp her consciousness and turn that spirited girl into their slave... and thus take control of the Human half of the Dual Monarchy that rules this land. And they want to do it in a time of war. So, the question for you, Sylvi, is how secure her future is with a very memorable Keidran wandering around out there alone with her secret. I don't suppose you have been trained to resist interrogation, eh?"
"Rita?" she whispered. Sylvi wasn't one to let people down, but the idea of being responsible for a child's dark fate made her feel sick to her core. She felt trapped, damned if she did damned if she didn't.
Sylvi caught her reflection in the polished steel blade in her hand. Her grip tightening on the handle. "Damn you..." she uttered as she cursed herself. Tossing the the blade harmlessly across the room, causing it to skid on its side pass the screen and coming to a rest near the tub.
Raimius would be able to hear the sound of a few coins being rubbed together and tossed on the bed. Specifically four silver; One to cover her meal and the other three for any other expenses she had cost the trio since her arrival. Despite what had happened, she would still honour her promise she made to repay the group for their kindness.
Shortly after, Raimius could hear Sylvi's muffled foot steps as she moved toward the door. Then a moment of silence, as if Sylvi was struggling with what her next action would be.
"I-I'm sorry, Raimius." Sylvi uttered pitifully. With that, Raimius could hear the door being unlocked and gently opened and closed behind Sylvi. Her foot steps still being heard as she walked down stairs.
Despite all of this, Sylvi wasn't planning on leaving the group. Not yet anyway. She just needed time to collect herself, to think about the impact her actions would have on the others should she decide to go or to stay, and whether her relationship with Raimius would continue to exist in a state of constant distrust thanks to her own actions.
She soon found the inn keeper, still cleaning up after lunch, using a clothe to clear away any crumbs or spills on the dinning table. "Sir, when you have a moment. I need a drink." She said, placing a few copper coins on the freshly wiped table "A light cider, please... In the largest mug you have..."