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742.03.30 | Idling Hands - Helyna - 01.Apr.21
Helyna had barely moved from Vondal’s side since the healers had let visitors finally see him. That it could easily have been herself in that bed—or worse, Vondlyn—had her pacing at first, body trying to outpace her guilt and whirring thoughts. Tala had visited yesterday, and brought Helyna’s work-basket to give her something else to focus on, but it sat untouched underneath her chair and the green rider had gone back to Telgar.
Vondal had been incoherent, sliding in and out of nightmares but never fully waking. Sometimes he called her name, other times for Ketan, and even sometimes for his family. Each time was heartbreaking.
“Come back to me, Dally. Don’t you dare leave me again,” she muttered between reassurances and long stretches of too-still silence. She whispered stories and sang waulking songs they’d learned long ago setting the dyes with their families and threatened him if he had the nerve to die on her a second time. Exhausted after two days with barely any rest, she had fallen asleep half draped onto the bed, his hand held tightly in hers.
RE: 742.03.30 | Idling Hands - Vondal - 01.Apr.21
It was storming again, or at least it was in Vondal's dreams. It had been storming off and on for longer than he could remember, though at the same time it seemed as ephemeral and transient as a passing breeze. He was trapped there for an eternity and yet he'd only just gotten there. Sometimes Ketan was there with him, sometimes holding him through the storm, sometimes falling into the ever-present sea.
Occasionally Helyna was there instead, sometimes a soothing anchor, but other times she was the one who was slipping from the mast and Vondal kept trying his best to catch her. Sometimes he saw her slip into the waves below, but sometimes she simply disappeared. Sometimes he fell too.
There was a crack of lightning and thunder so loud that Vondal's head throbbed in agony and he fell from the mast again, tumbling uncontrollably towards the frothing waves. This time though, this time Helyna caught his hands, held on, and suddenly he was pulled free.
He gasped for breath, whimpering as he curled to try to clutch at his head in the infirmary bed, only one of his hands was occupied. Vondal blinked as the dream shifted to the infirmary. Had he been here before? He felt like he had, but he wasn't sure. "Helyna?" His voice croaked, sore and hoarse. He was so tired, but he didn't want to go back to sleep, tried squeezing at his friend's hand to help stay awake.