Though the golden’s strength was ever failing, his humor was not. He had missed such carefree banter, and the smirking mutual grins. Too much lately they had been nothing but anger and bent up frustrations. To let it all go, and feel the pure uncaring ease return back to him was just so….refreshing. It kept him from falling…for a while.

Her words as she stepped even closer run through his ears untouched by his mind. It may have been enjoyable, and it may have given him some strength, but it was all very thin. Though as she leveled to his eyes, they earth gaze focuses. Her note, though seemingly the most serious they had yet spoken, brought another chuckle to him. Well she may be a terrible nurse, but she was making him feel better. Who knew feeling better and being better were so different. Besides, the nicknames were getting ever better. Noble prince. Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch but he would take all the crowns he could get.

In this world he drifted, woken only by the stomp of her hoof. The gold jerks up, coming to some attention. Her sudden movement though gives his head a spin, or was the world just spinning? Was she blurring out…or? Though he would have found them again humorous, her gazes were missed by him. She scolds, and he catches her words mostly, but it’s gone much farther downhill since the beginning. As if to confirm it, instead of answering her right away, the golden’s body wavers then lowers back down to earth.

He at least managed it with some final last lines of grace and did not crash to the floor, but still it was a moment before he spoke. Being back on the ground though let more blood and though go back to his head. So when he looked back to her, he was once again more focused, and the humored voice was regained. “Thanks for the offer darling, but I don’t plan to die today, nor playing tourist.” His tasseled tail curled round him and his body shifted slightly, letting it rest more. “Sorry to disappoint angel.” And he sort of meant it…he quite liked her company. Haldir, hanging by in the shadows still looked on with concern, though no longer at the stranger. In fact, given her suggestion at a helping hand, he was quite liking her.

The gold though, was not in the luxury to follow. But he also, as he had said did not see the grim reaper behind her shoulder. He looked worse than he was, and the blood loss did cause his lightheadedness, and weak strength, but he would make it through the day and night, especially with Haldir and….”Would be a shame though to let a little half deadness ruin good company though….”As the words trailed off his head tilted. The truth is after months of just wanting to be alone, he quite liked talking to someone. Feeling the familiar rise and fall of humor and tease. It was a more powerful cure than any healer could dream up.


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