Beginning Our Forever
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Visitors
Chapter 4 – Visitors
“She is stirring,” a woman said. “Oh, thank the Maker,” a deep, tired voice said. “How’s her leg?” Whose voice is that? “Improving. It’s still fractured in two places, but with rest and my magic, it will be good as new in a few weeks.” Wynne? A sigh. “And her shoulder?” Alistair? “Swollen and bruised, but progressing nicely.” “A few weeks, you say?” “Yes.” “We’ll postpone the coronation, then.” “Alistair, are you sure that is wise?” a older voice from farther away questioned. “You know the Arls will grow restless the longer they wait.” And Arl Eamon? Where am I? My heavy eyes opened slowly. I turned my head and my neck cracked from stiffness. Alistair’s back was to me and he faced Arl Eamon. “It’s important that she is well when my coronation occurs,” Alistair insisted. Arl Eamon sighed. “Very well. I shall inform the Grand Cleric of the postponement.” Alistair turned to me, and his jaw dropped open. “Blessed Andraste! When did you…? Wynne! She’s awake!” I smiled slightly and opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. “She needs water, Wynne.” “I’m getting it. Have patience.” Wynne left the room. Alistair looked like he hadn’t slept in days, perhaps more. I couldn’t be sure… How long have I been out? I wondered. He sat down in a chair next to my bed and his amber eyes melted and swirled with concern. I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment, then reopened my eyes so I could see him. Even with deep purple circles under his eyes, too much stubble, and extremely messy hair, I couldn’t get enough of his face. It felt like I hadn’t seen him in ages. He was wringing his hands and would not take his tired eyes off my face. Wynne entered, carrying a glass full of water, a damp cloth, and a foul-smelling paste. She first had me sit up and propped me up with pillows so I could drink. I reached for the glass but groaned when my right arm throbbed. Clearly, it didn’t want to be used. I reached instead with my left hand and quickly drank all the water. “Now, I need to apply some of this ointment to your leg,” Wynne informed me. She pulled back the sheets covering my legs and I gasped. My leg looked disfigured and too… big to be my leg. It must’ve been swollen to twice its size and was purple all over. “Alayna?” I looked at Alistair. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows were scrunched into worry position. “Yes?” My voice was hoarse. “I was so worried about you,” he blurted out. “When you flew back and when the stone crushed you… I thought you were dead for sure.” I smiled. “Well, that’s twice now I’ve fooled you.” He remembered. “Indeed, you have,” Alistair chuckled. I winced in pain. “Ah! Ow!” “I am sorry, but I have to get your leg in proper condition again.” I groaned. “How long have I been out?” “Five days,” Wynne replied, “during which time your fiancé has neither slept nor ate.” My eyes grew wide. “Alistair! Please go and get some rest, you crazy person.” He laughed, but it did not conceal the sleepiness in his voice. “Wynne exaggerates. I slept off and on, and I did eat, but I’ve not left your side. And as for being crazy… yes. I am so crazy in love with you that I couldn’t leave you while you were unconscious.” I blushed. “Shall I leave you two alone?” “No,” said Alistair. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and as he backed away he wrinkled his nose. “What? What is it?” “Oh, nothing. You just need a bath, that’s all,” he teased. I half-glared at him. “Ha ha, very funny. And you need to get some sleep or those deep purple circles under your eyes will become permanent… and I really don’t want to marry someone who looks old.” I shook my head in disgust. “Touché.” He smiled and left. I watched Wynne as she continued applying the salve. “A few weeks until I’m better?” I asked her. “Yes. You’ll be able to walk in a week and, if you rest, it will be good as new the week after… provided I use my healing spells. Without them, you’d be here for a few months.” “Wouldn’t that be divine?” I sighed. “Perhaps I should have taken two pinches from the Urn of Sacred Ashes.” “The Maker himself might have smote you down,” Wynne laughed. I laughed back. My leg was looking better already. “Thank you, Wynne. For everything.” “You are welcome. It’s the least I could do for the Hero of Fereldan.” “‘Hero of Fereldan?’ Is that what they call me?” “Yes, they do,” Wynne replied. “Well, I didn’t do it alone,” I told her, motioning to my leg. Then something hit me: “Where is Morrigan?” “No one’s seen her since the explosion of Fort Drakon.” “Well, she didn’t lie,” I said. “She said she’d disappear?” Wynne asked, curious. Knowing she would see through any fibs, I replied, “Yes.” “Did she way why?” Well, technically... “Nope.” “Strange girl, that Morrigan.” She paused. “How is it that both you and Alistair survived? I was under the impression that a Grey Warden had to die to ensure the archdemon’s death.” I shrugged, and my right arm throbbed again. “As was I. But this was only the Fifth Blight. Perhaps we don’t know everything yet.” “Yes, you may be right. I think I’ve exhausted you enough for now. Why don’t you get some rest, dear?” Sleep sounded delightful. “Okay.” Wynne helped me lay down again and after she left, I fell fast asleep.
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