He starts a bit at that, suddenly more than a touch alarmed. His eyes crack open and he stares at her--his gaze is glassy but extremely wary, as if expecting her to suddenly pull a knife on him. It is...unfair of him, given that she's just spent a great deal of time saving his life...but the last mage who had helped him from the brink of death had also threatened to castrate him and had summarily tossed him out.
There are no burning candles here, she hasn't drawn an amphora on herself, there is no Djinn. This situation is entirely unlike the last time...but his racing heart has a great deal of trouble telling the two apart.
"I haven't anything else to trade--no wishes or enchantments or even fond reviews, really--"
Oh this much talking is very hard and while he wants to prop himself up on his elbows, to move away, he cannot manage it. His breathing is shallow and pained and he is quickly feeling faint. He is reduced to wheezing gasps before much longer.
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He starts a bit at that, suddenly more than a touch alarmed. His eyes crack open and he stares at her--his gaze is glassy but extremely wary, as if expecting her to suddenly pull a knife on him. It is...unfair of him, given that she's just spent a great deal of time saving his life...but the last mage who had helped him from the brink of death had also threatened to castrate him and had summarily tossed him out.
There are no burning candles here, she hasn't drawn an amphora on herself, there is no Djinn. This situation is entirely unlike the last time...but his racing heart has a great deal of trouble telling the two apart.
"I haven't anything else to trade--no wishes or enchantments or even fond reviews, really--"
Oh this much talking is very hard and while he wants to prop himself up on his elbows, to move away, he cannot manage it. His breathing is shallow and pained and he is quickly feeling faint. He is reduced to wheezing gasps before much longer.