She wouldn’t take no for an answer. He had traveled for days and deserved a good rest—why not offer him a chance to save some coin too? The temple may not be as fitting as an inn, but they will not charge him for using a bed for the night.
And she thought everything had been going well, but then the screaming started. As late as it was she was still awake, so she was the one who located the source. What she saw worried her. “J’hasi! Wake up! You’re fine!”
It might have been a bad idea, but she reached out and touched the Khajiit. She hoped it would wake him. “J’hasi, you’re alright!”
He’d yanked his dagger out from under the pillow at the touch, his fur on end and shaking, only freezing when he recognized the voice as Brielle’s, eyes snapping open to see her looking spooked, his throat raw and…oh…
He’d been screaming in his sleep again, hadn’t he?
“S…sorry…sera…” he mumbled, quickly lowering the blade and placing it on the sidetable. His heart was still pounding from the nightmare he couldn’t remember already. He just remembered that terror of something trying to get him, trying to get away from…whatever it was… He felt more tired than when he’d first laid down. J’hasi drew his knees up to his chest, gaze averted in favor of staring at the rumpled blankets, checking to make sure he hadn’t torn any with his claws.
“M’sorry… S…sorry… I-I didn’t wake anyone, did I?” he asked, ears lowered in shame.
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