Little Italy

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WAIT THIS SHOULD BE AFTER THE WHOLE DRAGON PRIEST FIASCO WHERE HE DISAPPEARS AND SHE SUMMONS HIM BACK

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Elle finally shook herself out of her thoughts when she realized Nil was no longer at the counter speaking with Org. It took her a moment, but her subconscious had noted which room he had disappeared into, so she walked over to the counter and got some bandages from Orgnar, then went and tapped on Nil's door. She poked her head inside and then the rest of her followed, walking over and sitting down at the end of the bed while saying, "Alright, tough guy, let's fix you up so I can go to sleep," patting the spot next to her and looking up at him expectantly. Her tone was good natured and friendly rather than condescending or demanding.

She definitely wanted some sleep. All this running around and fighting for two days straight had tuckered her out. She was used to walking and sometimes running long distances, but she usually didn't do so much in the way of fighting or getting knocked about as she had the past few days. She was looking forward to a full night's sleep and then a nice walk to Whiterun in the morning. After that, well, she had all of Skyrim at her fingertips, and she was eager to explore it. It made her wonder what Nil would do after this. Despite that fact that they butted heads sometimes, she had to admit, she enjoyed his company. He was proud and cynical, yes, but also dependable, even if he didn't completely trust her. That was fine with her, though. Trust had to be earned.

She stood up and walked over to the wash basin, pouring water from a nearby pitcher into it and grabbing one of the available towels before returning to her seat and setting it down behind her. She picked up the needle passed the thread through its eye with little difficulty, unraveling a length of it before cutting it from the spool with her teeth. She had given her younger brother multiple sets of stitches when she still traveled with them. He was quite the troublemaker and a bit of a klutz, so there was hardly ever a time when he didn't have scars or stitches.

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EEEEEEE THAT'S SO FAR AWAY BUT THAT'S FINE

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"My mother was a healer, so I'd like to think so," Elle informed him, her tone much less harsh than it had been in her first statement, letting her arms drop to her sides when she realized he wasn't in the mood to argue with her. She was glad he hadn't put up a fight over it, because divines knew neither of them had the energy nor patience for that at the moment. The look on his face and his tone of voice was a pretty clear indication that he did not want or think that he needed her help. She had stitched up her fair share of wounds, and she knew from experience that doing it yourself wasn't particularly wise.

The auburn haired girl turned back around when Org returned and handed her a key and some thread, a needle tucked in it. "Will this do?" he asked. Elle nodded with a smile, accepting both and dropping some money in his hand, "Yes, thank you." He nodded as she stepped away from the counter to let Nil get his room, walking to hers to unlock the door and deposit her findings from the barrow in the wardrobe so that she could stitch up her half-mer companion. He may have made it down the mountain with little complaint, but she had a feeling it was still hurting him, and she didn't want the wound to get infected.

After setting her things aside, she walked back out into the inn, needle and thread in her hand and room key in her pocket. The place was fairly quiet at this point, a few people here and there, a sleepy bard tuning his instrument. Other than that, whatever hubbub had been here earlier had died down considerably, leaving a peaceful lull over the warm atmosphere. She stood there for a moment, relishing in the familiarity of it, before approaching Nil to see if he was done getting a room.

She stood off to the side to wait for a moment, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the wooden pillars that supported the roof. It seemed that every time she closed her eyes now, she saw the stare of the black dragon, its crimson gaze boring into her golden one. I know you. It had looked right at her, she was sure of it now. The more she replayed it, over and over, the more she was convinced. That moment she had locked eyes with it, the beast seemed to have reached into her very soul. I know you. How could it? Maybe she had hit her head one too many times. The black dragon, her dreams, the claw, the shrine? They were all connected somehow, and for some reason, only she could sense it.

She remained motionless, staring at the ground deep in thought, her brows knit and lip pursed in a frown as she mulled it over. Whatever was going on, hopefully she would have her answers soon. She needed them.

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"ARE YOU OKAY WHAT IS HAPPENING NIL CALM DOWN FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE" AND HE DOESN'T SO SHE KISSES HIM TO SHUT HIM UP BOOM FLUFF

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OMG I CAN'T WAIT THAT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING XDDD

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Elle simply laughed at Nil's revulsion and shook her head, "I'm happy to inform you that what she was doing is not traditional behavior." At least, in her experience. A bit of harmless flirting was one thing, but this girl had all but thrown herself at him, and as much as it annoyed her, it was rather amusing to see Nil's reaction to it. His perception of "mortal" behavior was quite funny as well, having this preconceived notion of despicable creatures who stabbed each other in the back constantly. While that was obviously true in some cases, it wasn't for all of them. There were definitely good people out there. She knew, she had met them. Nil's dealings with people must have strictly been through word of mouth, or with the scum of Nirn.

Speaking of which, she was quite curious about who her companion really was, but she didn't think they had been acquaintances long enough for her to ask. She could guess by his general behavior and appearance, but she didn't want to assume anything. It was plain to see that he was closely connected to the Daedra, that was clear through his summoning of Jyma-what's-it and his familiarity with the rather disagreeable dremora, but how, she didn't know. The horns were not characteristic of a normal Dunmer, that she was sure of. Maybe he was a half-prince? She had read about something like that when she went through her Daedra phase.

"No complaints here," she said in response to his answer, "Plus you probably need stitches for that wound. I don't think those healing potions fixed it as much as we hoped," she mused as they headed back towards the inn. And she was really tired, but that went without saying. Now that she thought about it, she was pretty hungry too. A warm meal and some water didn't sound too shabby at the moment. It was warm inside the inn, and the drone of quiet conversation buzzed in the rather tame atmosphere. It was certainly a welcome change from the hostile and cold environment of the Barrow.

In all honesty, she had absolutely no idea that Nilovas was suspicious of her. She wasn't exactly a very suspicious person or even intimidating, so the thought never even occurred to her. She was a terrible liar and neither deceptive nor manipulative, so no one was ever suspicious or distrustful of her. Now, she was not so naive as to readily trust other people; she had a fairly good judge of character. It was pretty clear to her Nil had no intentions of hurting or hoodwinking her, so she never dreamed that he would suspect that of her, even though they hadn't known each other long.

The small Breton walked up to the counter and smiled at the man behind it in greeting. She got herself a room and a meal, then added, "You wouldn't happen to have some spare needle and thread? I seemed to have damaged my cloak." He nodded and replied, "I can check for you," handing her the room key and turning away to speak with a blonde woman. Elle turned back to face Nil with her arms crossed and said, "I know what you're going to say, and I'm going to tell you that stitching yourself up is a bad idea." She had tried it before, and it hadn't exactly gone very well. Unless the injury was in a fairly convenient place, trying to give yourself stitches usually only made things worse unless you were an expert.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

WHAT IS IT WHAT IS IT TELL ME

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Elle knew that she had a very low alcohol tolerance, but she didn't know that it was that low. She really could hold as much liquor as a toddler, as an old friend used to tease. As embarrassing as it was, she couldn't help but laugh at herself a little bit, "Well," she said, "At least I'm not the only one."

The rest of the journey passed without conversation and very few words shared. Not that she minded. She was already tired and the descending darkness looked beautiful from their vantage point on the mountainside. She hoped the auroras would be out tonight. True, she had seen the before, but their beauty never ceased to amaze her. There were volumes that she had read dedicated to theories on what and why they were, but there were no definitive answers.

Once they reached the Riverwood Trader, Lucan took the claw from Nilovas and smiled, "Thank you so much for this! You didn't run into much trouble?" he asked. Elle smiled sheepishly and glanced at Nil, "Nothing we couldn't handle," she assured him. The siblings look at Nil uncertainly, but seemed to decide against commenting. That was probably a good thing, because Nil wouldn't have been very happy about it. "I'll get your pay then," Lucan volunteered, stepping behind the counter to return the claw to its to hiding pale and retrieve a bag of gold. Meanwhile, Valeria took a few steps too close to Nil and smiled charmingly. “Is there anything else we can do to repay you for your kindness?” she asked.

“No, thank you,” Elle said, accepting the money from Lucan and passing it to Nil, “We best be on our way now. Glad we could help.” With that, she smiled pleasantly at both of them before turning and leaving the shop, sure that Nilovas would not be far behind. “Well,” she sarcastically, “Looks like you made a friend,” she chuckled with a smirk, then look up at the sky. The sun was gone completely now, and stars were starting to appear. She looked back at her companion and asked, “So, do you want to go back to the inn, or start towards Whiterun and camp somewhere along the way?” Hopefully the city wasn’t that far. It wasn’t terribly late yet, but she was pretty tired after walking and fighting all day long. It had just been a weird 48 hours.

Which reminded her of the glowing dragon runes. What did that mean? Why was she the only one who could see them? Where had those voices come from? Should she tell Nilovas? These question and many more weighed heavily on her mind, but she decided against saying anything. Maybe she had knocked her head around one too many times and had been seeing things.

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They are such a mess XDDD