--Vlad--
The woman nearly dropped her book when he spoke, she was clearly not expecting him to wake up or talk at all. This slightly amused Vlad but the pain and the whole chase in the forest quickly changed the amusement into cautiousness. The woman quickly stood up and moved around in a weird but graceful way, like a cat. Vlad kept his eyes focused on her, slightly uneasy at her movements, perhaps she was ready to attack him?
But to his surprise she answered the witch's question and told him more about herself and how she wouldn't want the same happening to the others. This little bit of info immediately reminded Vlad about how difficult it became, the whole fire bending and other magic, since he got these scars back then on a winter night. The red haired witch closed his eyes for a moment, trying to not think about that night, when he suddenly felt the soft hand of the woman on his chest. It was a weird feeling, he haven't been touched by anyone in another way than in battle since Anna because he would simply not allow it, it made him feel quite uneasy as he grimaced at the woman while she was putting a new damp rag on his forehead. "I'm f-fine" he muttered although the scars were still extremely painful. It was the first time they were so demanding of his energy, was it because of the new academy and the vast amount of different life energy around?
But the woman didn't seem to notice it and continued talking about offering him new clothes and food. Although he was quite hungry, he was too proud to be this miserable and be fed like a helpless weakling. "No... Thank you" he said quietly, almost in a whisper but then the witch continued " I'll just rest a bit more then head out" he swallowed and noticed how dry his throat was " but I'd like some water if it's possible". Proud or not he was even more thirsty then hungry.
But to his surprise she answered the witch's question and told him more about herself and how she wouldn't want the same happening to the others. This little bit of info immediately reminded Vlad about how difficult it became, the whole fire bending and other magic, since he got these scars back then on a winter night. The red haired witch closed his eyes for a moment, trying to not think about that night, when he suddenly felt the soft hand of the woman on his chest. It was a weird feeling, he haven't been touched by anyone in another way than in battle since Anna because he would simply not allow it, it made him feel quite uneasy as he grimaced at the woman while she was putting a new damp rag on his forehead. "I'm f-fine" he muttered although the scars were still extremely painful. It was the first time they were so demanding of his energy, was it because of the new academy and the vast amount of different life energy around?
But the woman didn't seem to notice it and continued talking about offering him new clothes and food. Although he was quite hungry, he was too proud to be this miserable and be fed like a helpless weakling. "No... Thank you" he said quietly, almost in a whisper but then the witch continued " I'll just rest a bit more then head out" he swallowed and noticed how dry his throat was " but I'd like some water if it's possible". Proud or not he was even more thirsty then hungry.
@Aspen Wren