Time: Nearing 5 in the evening Location: Myrefall, Thalra’s building Status: @rxnnxlhylxne
They’d moved Nil down to the guest room on the first floor, the small one that was tucked away in the back corner of the building, the one reserved for those Thalra didn’t expect to stay long and who weren’t clients. Usually they were sex workers who wanted out of the buisness and time to make connections or those that Jelxi passed off to her who needed a safe place to sleep for a few nights. Now, Nil was resting there instead of the room Thalra had prepared for him on the third floor-- the one she’d had since she’d bought the building, up on the highest and most private floor for only her to see. It would be difficult and painful for him to get up there now, so ever since their return from Arx, Thalra had given him the back guest bedroom. Thalra, consequently, had been resting on one of the couches in the sitting room, just in case. It was easier in some ways. The kitchen was right there, as were most of the books Nil would have found entertaining. Clerical healing would only do so much, the muscles and sinew were stitched back together, but the bone-- that would have to repair itself.
It also gave Thalra the excuse to stay inside, away from any prying eyes or former clients seeking answers-- or worse, comfort in these trying times. The Order had been silent for weeks now, but Thalra still felt their presence in the darkest corners of Myrefall. How easy would it have been for them to strike at Nil during Arx, during all the chaos and bloodshed? Would Thalra even have known if it was them who had killed him? Would he have been just another body in a heap?
The thought made Thalra breathless, chest tight, and she set down the ladle she’d been using to spoon large helpings of soup into a bowl. She knew Nil probably didn’t like being cooped up here, would maybe even come to resent her for it in time, but how could she stand the alternative? She picked up the bowl and carried it over to the table where they usually ate, where a glass of wine and plate of sliced fruit already waited. Then, happy with her set-up, she walked back towards the room where Nil was and tapped at the door with her knuckles. “Hey, dinner’s ready. I can help you out to the table if you want, or I could bring it in here.”