“I release you.”
Her face was obscured by her helmet. It was a year of traveling. A year of knowing one another. A year of trusting him to have her back. But this was to close a call.
He laid in bed at the Silver-Blood Inn. He was badly injured and though she tried her best to heal him, she wasn’t skilled in the restoration art. Not as much as a healer of Kynareth. She tried to shove her health potions down his throat, but he’d only managed to drink one or two. They’d stopped the bleeding, and began slowly heal him. But her heart still pounded in her ears.
It was an assassin. Perhaps this Argonian didn’t realize she wouldn’t be alone. Perhaps she should have been more aware of her surroundings. There had been close calls before. But nothing like this. She just recalled hearing his warning and feeling his hand push her away. Then that sound. That squelching sound of a dagger piercing skin. She’d manage to attack the assassin whenever they’d pulled their dagger from his stomach. She made quick work of them.
Luckily they were fairly close to Markarth. He needed treatment, and surely they would have someone to help. So she called upon her friend in the soul cairn, Arvak. He’d get her there quicker. Not comfortably, but quickly.
As they rode, she tried to heal him. He was hunched against her, his head against her shoulder with her hand pressed against his stomach, trying to heal him. But blood was still spilling onto his amor and hers. He apologized and tried to keep a smile but she knew the pain was surely to much. Faster. She urged Arvak and soon, they’d made it to their destination. Only to find out there was no healer. There was no one who could help. She was the only one. And it forced her to realize, she was the reason he got hurt. The reason he was so close to death.
Once he had been stabilized, she let him rest for a bit. He awoke a few hours later and she’d tended to his needs until he went back to sleep.
“I release you.”
Silence rang despite the lobby being so close. She didn’t look up to his sleeping face. She wanted to so badly. But it felt unfair. She reached into her coin purse and pulled out 5,000 septims, placing them beside a written notice of dismissal.
I’ll be long gone when you awake and you’ll be safe. I pray that you’ll make it to your home safe. I pray that you’ll one day forgive me for leaving like this. But I couldn’t stand it. I can’t stand to that you were so close to death because of me. Never have I had to face this, and I’m sorry I am not strong enough to face this.Know you’ll always be in my heart. But please find peace and love where you may.
I release you, my love