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Chapter 7: A Quiet Night
Jailtin threw the last of the scraps of wood into the fireplace, there was a slight crackling as the moisture quickly escaped the polished surface. He stared into the fire for a while, lost in thought. He always found himself reviewing his life if he didn’t stop himself. Always wondering what the point is, sometimes fearing he will never find out, if the answer was in religion then he would wonder the rest of his life. . .wonder forever. . .
A call came from the back, Eselia interrupting his thought for help. He couldn’t help but think about her too. What is Eselia? Surely she isn’t the Eselia he knew, firstly she would have recognized him once they met but secondly-and perhaps more importantly- Eselia did not have the gift that he did of travel. Though he could still only transport willingly between points in the world that he had been brought to. Whatever kind of master he was serving when he went to these worlds all he knew was that he always had to kill someone. There was always someone that had to die.
“Jailtin?” Eselia was still covered in blood herself though she had cleaned everywhere else. “I’m going to take a bath.” She looked at him strangely as if she just realized something. It was probably the thoughtful state he was in because he didn’t usually care but he asked anyway.
“You never told me what happened. . .” Jaitlin wasn’t the kind of person who usually left it that open either but he would have to stick around her, and demanding to know what happened could possibly cause a negative reaction.
“I’m fine.” Eselia rolled her eyes as she said it as if he had asked her for the thousandth time. That hadn’t even been his question.
“Yes . . .I can see that.” Jaitlin shook his head, she was avoiding the question. It wasn’t necessary to know but he would have at least appreciated an ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ or something.
“Well, like I said I’m going to go and take a bath so. . .” she paused as if thinking, she looked him over. “Do you have a place to stay?” she said rather suddenly after the silence.
“I’ll find a place.” Jailtin replied he wasn’t worried about it, he had had to sleep in the street before. Though he thought that he probably find some way to raise money quickly, guarding Eselia was a long term project. He had done questionably legal things before, and it would be no different now if he had to make some money.
“Well . .you can stay here” Eselia still had that quizzical look on her face, she seemed to want, it was possible that she was trying not to show that she was afraid. He didn’t know what happened there but he did know that he was there to protect her.
“Fine” Jailtin said and he turned around as she ran upstairs, he hadn’t realized until now that she lived there. He hadn’t noticed the stairs before either. He was sure that it was just a regular bar. He took a seat in front of the fireplace; he didn’t remember the fireplace either. He didn’t usually miss things, and certainly not so many things. He went over to the bar. He was debating grabbing a drink. But then again getting drunk had never gotten him anywhere and he didn’t think that stealing drinks would get him anywhere with Eselia.
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Eselia came down a while later, she was cleaned off and she had changed clothes her hair was still wet. Jailtin was suddenly taken aback, he didn’t understand why but she seemed much more attractive suddenly.
She sat down next to him, on the couch, the couch in front of the fireplace, Jailtin dismissed not remembering there being anything but a chair there, she was stunning in the dim firelight he didn’t know why he had ignored it before. She shook himself, what was going on? These thoughts were not the type that he was typically likely to think. Besides Sinara, his heart dropped.
“I don’t remember this couch.” Jailtin said suddenly serious, there was a look of shock on Eselia’s face. She was suddenly embarrassed and said “I’m tired” and walked up the stairs. He laid down on the couch and slept.