Little by little, Wilhelm has built a new routine that pulls him away from his bed — where he's spent more hours than he'll ever admit trying to avoid existing. Trying to avoid thinking and feeling too, but the thing about staying still is that it makes it easy for all those emotions to catch you, hold you down, and beat the shit out of you.
It's a little bit like building something out of a heap of rubble, sifting through for what can be salvaged.
He's found that helping others — helping to allay the chaos that's broken out since last month — helps quiet his mind. Dozens of tiny atonements to lighten his guilty conscience. A few days a week, he follows Rhy to Nott. Most of those who sustained injuries in the fire have recovered, but there remain a handful of severe cases who require continued attention. While Rhy works his magic, Wilhelm assists. Or he runs errands around town, performs chores for the people hit hardest by the fire's destruction.
By the time they leave, which falls somewhere in the hour approaching dinner, Wilhelm feels accomplished. He even feels tentatively optimistic that sleep will come without much coaxing tonight.
Leveraging the autumn chill as an excuse to keep close, he walks arm in arm with Rhy to the portal that will take them back to the castle town. The rumors of undead roaming the countryside are another good reason to stay together. During a pause in the chatter, Wilhelm turns an intent look on Rhy.
"When we get back, do you want to go to the bar again, or...?"
What jolt of boldness makes him toss in that or, he isn't sure. The question trails off like breadcrumbs deliberately placed.
rhy - october event
It's a little bit like building something out of a heap of rubble, sifting through for what can be salvaged.
He's found that helping others — helping to allay the chaos that's broken out since last month — helps quiet his mind. Dozens of tiny atonements to lighten his guilty conscience. A few days a week, he follows Rhy to Nott. Most of those who sustained injuries in the fire have recovered, but there remain a handful of severe cases who require continued attention. While Rhy works his magic, Wilhelm assists. Or he runs errands around town, performs chores for the people hit hardest by the fire's destruction.
By the time they leave, which falls somewhere in the hour approaching dinner, Wilhelm feels accomplished. He even feels tentatively optimistic that sleep will come without much coaxing tonight.
Leveraging the autumn chill as an excuse to keep close, he walks arm in arm with Rhy to the portal that will take them back to the castle town. The rumors of undead roaming the countryside are another good reason to stay together. During a pause in the chatter, Wilhelm turns an intent look on Rhy.
"When we get back, do you want to go to the bar again, or...?"
What jolt of boldness makes him toss in that or, he isn't sure. The question trails off like breadcrumbs deliberately placed.