{x} || @forrest-riley
“Uh-uh, we’re not about to go there,” Teldryn admonished as he gently dabbed at the boy’s sweat-stained brow with a cool, damp cloth. “If you really believe that, you’re a bit of an idiot. You might be sick, but you’re a good sort. I’ve no doubt you have plenty of people who would be devastated if they lost you. You mentioned you have family back in Falkreath, yeah? You really think they’d be relieved if they found out you died?”
He couldn’t presume to know Forrest’s family situation, but he did know one thing: even after years of caring for his mother, the last thing he ever felt upon her death was relief. Maybe he took comfort in the fact that she was no longer suffering, but he felt no relief for himself. In truth, it saddened him to hear the boy talk in such a way. Did his mother feel the same when she lay ill in his care? He hoped not. He didn’t know if his heart could take it if that were the case.
