Prose log with Euram and Sigurd
Who: Euram and Sigurd
What: Euram goes to visit Sigurd in the infirmary totally not just because Hervey threatened him if he didn't
When: After the fight with Alenia
Euram poked his head into the infirmary looking for Sigurd amongst the beds. He had fled the battle long before it turned bloody and hadn’t known that the pirate had been hurt for him until Hervey told him. He still didn’t know how bad it was, or how he felt about everything that happened. What he did know was that he had to come and speak with him, and he hadn’t needed Hervey threatening him to do so.
Sigurd was laid back on his bed, idly playing with one of his knives for lack of much else better to do until he got his clearence to go about on his own again. His right arm was already bandaged at the shoulder and placed in a sling, much to his annoyance. That was his rune hand, after all. He caught Sigurd in his eye and gave gim a friendly wave, smiling with warmth.
Euram jumped a bit when Sigurd acknowledged him. He made his way over to the bed, trying not too look at the sling and anything else that caused a wave of guilt. There was still a small chair nearby which Euram claimed. “I heard the battle did not end well,” he said simply.
"It could have been worse," Sigurd spoke, his smile darkening slightly. But he didn't want to drag Euram down into that pool with him...the boy had been through enough lately, after all. "I'll be up before the day is out, I can assure that much. I will be in this sling for awhile, though."
Euram nodded along with his prognosis. Unable to keep his emotions off his face he winced at how long he would need to be in the sling. He felt incredibly guilty that he had gotten him hurt, so naturally he was actively working to pass the blame. “I will admit, I left the area at the prodding of Cecile once Luca had arrived. Was it him or the Godwin puppet that struck?”
"The woman...whom whether she will admit it or not is exceptionally lucky to be alive right now," Sigurd spoke, his tone now fully serious. "Had she not moved, I would have killed her then and there."
“Ah,” Euram said nodding more. “It’s a pity you did not. The world would be a great deal better with one less Godwin supporter in it.”
Sigurd gave no comment to that. Euram did not need to hear of his moral baggage. It simply wasn't Sigurd's place to dump it all on him, friend or no. Besides...as his self-imposed "champion", he had to appear strong before Euram. "Has she bothered you again?"
“No I have not seen any tell of her since then,” Euram said, not noticing any of Sigurd’s baggage while dealing with his own. “Though I suppose it is a matter of time,” he shivered a bit at the thought, looking around frightened as though she might appear at any time. “Oh dear, perhaps I can hope that the other Queen’s Knights will deal with their traitor before then.”
"And you still have me, one arm or none," Sigurd assured him, smiling once more.
Euram blinked at that, it was the real reason he was confused right now. Naturally he’d had people protect him before, he’d definitely needed it, but they’d been hired to do so. No one would have done so if they hadn’t been. “You mean you would do so again?” he asked sounding genuinely surprised. “Why? You’ve already been injured by her there’s no reason…unless it is for that injury that you will seek her out…” of course, that was it.
"Euram, Euram, Euram...," Sigurd tsked his lips and shook his head, waggling a finger before Euram's face. He gave him a wink and explained himself. "I'm a stand up guy. I fight for my friends, especially against women like that. I'd do it again and again until I was no longer able. That's just the sort of friend you've earned out of me, kid."
Euram backed up from the wagging finger, confused by its presence. Even with those assurances Euram still didn’t understand exactly why he would, and even with a perfect alternative to blame he still felt some guilt. “Why?” he asked confusion plain on his face. “She’s likely to do it again…and…not too long ago you tried a similar action against me…”
"Well, I never intended to kill you, I thought you'd know that by now, Euram," Sigurd chuckled lightly, though wincing slightly when the movement aggravated his shoulder.
Euram stood up at the wince and held out his hands to help, though he paused at least a foot away. “Is it a bad wound? What did she do?”
"I've had far worse, you know," Sigurd smiled through the pain. "She did a number on my shoulder, but Kyle was right there with some Flowing magic, so I'll be good as new pretty soon," he added, just to reassure Euram that he was better off than he must have looked. "She stabbed me through when I tried to keep her from charging Kyle. I got her pretty damn good with my knife, though...almost a fatal blow."
Euram sat back down, since there wasn’t anything he could do anyway. “A true pity that it was not,” he said again in regards to Alenia. He know had another person he could blame, well not blame but at least it was not entirely his fault that Sigurd was hurt. He shivered again and curled into himself over dramatically. “Oh to think that horrid woman is now here! This place has been miserable enough, but if she comes it may well be Gizel next.”
"You need not fret, Euram. Haven't I already explained my inention to fight for you until you learn to fight for yourself?" Sigurd explained, giving him a warm grin and a pat on the shoulder with his good arm.
Euram may have been guilty and afraid but that didn’t keep him from getting indignant at the implication that he couldn’t do something. “Yes you have,” he said a haughty tone entering his voice. “However, I will have you know I have been schooled in how to fight. I spent many years in the fine art of the rapier…” he trailed off a bit as he realized what he might be implying. “I..just don’t like to…”
"You can learn how to use a sword all your life, Euram, but that's not learning how to fight," Sigurd responded with an amused laugh. Sigurd could tell Euram had the training, being a noble. But there was no bone in Euram's body that would last in the sort of world Sigurd came up in...and he was fine with that. That's why Sigurd stepped in in the first place, after all.
Euram shrunk into himself again, getting more indignant at the laughter. Even if he knew Sigurd was right, he still felt the need to argue. “It is so!” he almost pouted, emphasizing the words with his arms. “If it wasn’t dad never would have put me in charge of a garrison.”
"You were placed in a leadership position because you are noble's son, Euram. You must learn to use your charisma, not your brain," Sigurd noted, having learned a lot about this during his time in the Navy, and the countless noble sons he served under.
Euram fully pouted and sank at that. “What do you know about it?” he snapped instantly before he could stop himself. The pout was suddenly gone as a frightening thought came to him. “What do you know about it?” he asked wide-eyed. Sigurd had known about what happened to his father, he might know about Lordlake…oh no and the dawn rune too.
"I already told you once I'm not spoiling history for you that is essentially both of our futures, Euram," Sigurd said in a much darker tone.
“But this has nothing to do with the futur…” Euram was half-way through his retort when the tone registered and made him stop. He did know, Euram was certain of it. The floor to the side suddenly looked very interesting and he gave it a great deal of study as he rested his elbows on his knees and breathed faster as the worry met with guilt.
"Euram...," Sigurd began a slow and soft smile, "You've improved so much since arriving here. She would be proud of you, I'm sure...if she was anything like my mother, at least. Consorting willingly with the likes of me? I'd say you'll make a better man should you ever return," Sigurd assured him.
“Consorting with a pirate is certainly something I never imagined myself doing,” Euram said, leeching off of the offered strength to pull him out of his thoughts. “Of course you are more articulate than I gave credit to your kind for,” he smiled as well at the mostly compliment. “Yes, I think she would be happy.”
"You've still got a lot of work, though," Sigurd chuckled, not wanting to leave the moment TOO bitter sweet. "But, so long as you've got a guy like me with you, you should be just fine."
“You take far too much credit, pirate,” Euram said. The haughty tone returned, but it was tempered by the remaining smile.
By this time, a nurse had walked up to the two men, but stopped. She waited for their conversation to finish before silently informing Sigurd that his perscription was now ready and he was cleared to leave the infirmary at any time he felt able. Sigurd thanked her with a silent nod and looked over to Euram. "What say you to tea, Euram?"
Euram jumped again when the nurse made her presence known. He was still too easily startled, especially at times like this when his guard was down. He stayed out of the way as she went about her business, waiting until she’d left. “Tea?” he repeated looking almost surprised before his smirk returned. “Perhaps you are benefiting from this friendship to if your pirate palette is able to appreciate something beside spirits.”
"Didn't I tell you? I'm not that fond of the drink," Sigurd chuckled, hopping out of the bed on the side across from Euram. He stood up with little effort, wincing slightly at his shoulder, but not much more beyond that. "I'm still a son of Middleport, no matter what."
Euram stood as well, leaving the chair where it was, the nurse could take care of it if it was in the wrong place. Euram felt better that Sigurd wasn’t in bed but the sling still looked bad. “I don’t believe I know of Middleport, aside that I assume it is in the Island Nations.”
What: Euram goes to visit Sigurd in the infirmary totally not just because Hervey threatened him if he didn't
When: After the fight with Alenia
Euram poked his head into the infirmary looking for Sigurd amongst the beds. He had fled the battle long before it turned bloody and hadn’t known that the pirate had been hurt for him until Hervey told him. He still didn’t know how bad it was, or how he felt about everything that happened. What he did know was that he had to come and speak with him, and he hadn’t needed Hervey threatening him to do so.
Sigurd was laid back on his bed, idly playing with one of his knives for lack of much else better to do until he got his clearence to go about on his own again. His right arm was already bandaged at the shoulder and placed in a sling, much to his annoyance. That was his rune hand, after all. He caught Sigurd in his eye and gave gim a friendly wave, smiling with warmth.
Euram jumped a bit when Sigurd acknowledged him. He made his way over to the bed, trying not too look at the sling and anything else that caused a wave of guilt. There was still a small chair nearby which Euram claimed. “I heard the battle did not end well,” he said simply.
"It could have been worse," Sigurd spoke, his smile darkening slightly. But he didn't want to drag Euram down into that pool with him...the boy had been through enough lately, after all. "I'll be up before the day is out, I can assure that much. I will be in this sling for awhile, though."
Euram nodded along with his prognosis. Unable to keep his emotions off his face he winced at how long he would need to be in the sling. He felt incredibly guilty that he had gotten him hurt, so naturally he was actively working to pass the blame. “I will admit, I left the area at the prodding of Cecile once Luca had arrived. Was it him or the Godwin puppet that struck?”
"The woman...whom whether she will admit it or not is exceptionally lucky to be alive right now," Sigurd spoke, his tone now fully serious. "Had she not moved, I would have killed her then and there."
“Ah,” Euram said nodding more. “It’s a pity you did not. The world would be a great deal better with one less Godwin supporter in it.”
Sigurd gave no comment to that. Euram did not need to hear of his moral baggage. It simply wasn't Sigurd's place to dump it all on him, friend or no. Besides...as his self-imposed "champion", he had to appear strong before Euram. "Has she bothered you again?"
“No I have not seen any tell of her since then,” Euram said, not noticing any of Sigurd’s baggage while dealing with his own. “Though I suppose it is a matter of time,” he shivered a bit at the thought, looking around frightened as though she might appear at any time. “Oh dear, perhaps I can hope that the other Queen’s Knights will deal with their traitor before then.”
"And you still have me, one arm or none," Sigurd assured him, smiling once more.
Euram blinked at that, it was the real reason he was confused right now. Naturally he’d had people protect him before, he’d definitely needed it, but they’d been hired to do so. No one would have done so if they hadn’t been. “You mean you would do so again?” he asked sounding genuinely surprised. “Why? You’ve already been injured by her there’s no reason…unless it is for that injury that you will seek her out…” of course, that was it.
"Euram, Euram, Euram...," Sigurd tsked his lips and shook his head, waggling a finger before Euram's face. He gave him a wink and explained himself. "I'm a stand up guy. I fight for my friends, especially against women like that. I'd do it again and again until I was no longer able. That's just the sort of friend you've earned out of me, kid."
Euram backed up from the wagging finger, confused by its presence. Even with those assurances Euram still didn’t understand exactly why he would, and even with a perfect alternative to blame he still felt some guilt. “Why?” he asked confusion plain on his face. “She’s likely to do it again…and…not too long ago you tried a similar action against me…”
"Well, I never intended to kill you, I thought you'd know that by now, Euram," Sigurd chuckled lightly, though wincing slightly when the movement aggravated his shoulder.
Euram stood up at the wince and held out his hands to help, though he paused at least a foot away. “Is it a bad wound? What did she do?”
"I've had far worse, you know," Sigurd smiled through the pain. "She did a number on my shoulder, but Kyle was right there with some Flowing magic, so I'll be good as new pretty soon," he added, just to reassure Euram that he was better off than he must have looked. "She stabbed me through when I tried to keep her from charging Kyle. I got her pretty damn good with my knife, though...almost a fatal blow."
Euram sat back down, since there wasn’t anything he could do anyway. “A true pity that it was not,” he said again in regards to Alenia. He know had another person he could blame, well not blame but at least it was not entirely his fault that Sigurd was hurt. He shivered again and curled into himself over dramatically. “Oh to think that horrid woman is now here! This place has been miserable enough, but if she comes it may well be Gizel next.”
"You need not fret, Euram. Haven't I already explained my inention to fight for you until you learn to fight for yourself?" Sigurd explained, giving him a warm grin and a pat on the shoulder with his good arm.
Euram may have been guilty and afraid but that didn’t keep him from getting indignant at the implication that he couldn’t do something. “Yes you have,” he said a haughty tone entering his voice. “However, I will have you know I have been schooled in how to fight. I spent many years in the fine art of the rapier…” he trailed off a bit as he realized what he might be implying. “I..just don’t like to…”
"You can learn how to use a sword all your life, Euram, but that's not learning how to fight," Sigurd responded with an amused laugh. Sigurd could tell Euram had the training, being a noble. But there was no bone in Euram's body that would last in the sort of world Sigurd came up in...and he was fine with that. That's why Sigurd stepped in in the first place, after all.
Euram shrunk into himself again, getting more indignant at the laughter. Even if he knew Sigurd was right, he still felt the need to argue. “It is so!” he almost pouted, emphasizing the words with his arms. “If it wasn’t dad never would have put me in charge of a garrison.”
"You were placed in a leadership position because you are noble's son, Euram. You must learn to use your charisma, not your brain," Sigurd noted, having learned a lot about this during his time in the Navy, and the countless noble sons he served under.
Euram fully pouted and sank at that. “What do you know about it?” he snapped instantly before he could stop himself. The pout was suddenly gone as a frightening thought came to him. “What do you know about it?” he asked wide-eyed. Sigurd had known about what happened to his father, he might know about Lordlake…oh no and the dawn rune too.
"I already told you once I'm not spoiling history for you that is essentially both of our futures, Euram," Sigurd said in a much darker tone.
“But this has nothing to do with the futur…” Euram was half-way through his retort when the tone registered and made him stop. He did know, Euram was certain of it. The floor to the side suddenly looked very interesting and he gave it a great deal of study as he rested his elbows on his knees and breathed faster as the worry met with guilt.
"Euram...," Sigurd began a slow and soft smile, "You've improved so much since arriving here. She would be proud of you, I'm sure...if she was anything like my mother, at least. Consorting willingly with the likes of me? I'd say you'll make a better man should you ever return," Sigurd assured him.
“Consorting with a pirate is certainly something I never imagined myself doing,” Euram said, leeching off of the offered strength to pull him out of his thoughts. “Of course you are more articulate than I gave credit to your kind for,” he smiled as well at the mostly compliment. “Yes, I think she would be happy.”
"You've still got a lot of work, though," Sigurd chuckled, not wanting to leave the moment TOO bitter sweet. "But, so long as you've got a guy like me with you, you should be just fine."
“You take far too much credit, pirate,” Euram said. The haughty tone returned, but it was tempered by the remaining smile.
By this time, a nurse had walked up to the two men, but stopped. She waited for their conversation to finish before silently informing Sigurd that his perscription was now ready and he was cleared to leave the infirmary at any time he felt able. Sigurd thanked her with a silent nod and looked over to Euram. "What say you to tea, Euram?"
Euram jumped again when the nurse made her presence known. He was still too easily startled, especially at times like this when his guard was down. He stayed out of the way as she went about her business, waiting until she’d left. “Tea?” he repeated looking almost surprised before his smirk returned. “Perhaps you are benefiting from this friendship to if your pirate palette is able to appreciate something beside spirits.”
"Didn't I tell you? I'm not that fond of the drink," Sigurd chuckled, hopping out of the bed on the side across from Euram. He stood up with little effort, wincing slightly at his shoulder, but not much more beyond that. "I'm still a son of Middleport, no matter what."
Euram stood as well, leaving the chair where it was, the nurse could take care of it if it was in the wrong place. Euram felt better that Sigurd wasn’t in bed but the sling still looked bad. “I don’t believe I know of Middleport, aside that I assume it is in the Island Nations.”