01.Apr.21, 12:23 AM
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.
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.