Shady

“Not for a while.” She shook her head. “He’s going with Zander.”

(Haha I wondered… might be with skipping ahead, then? Aleth’s story isn’t going to change he’s just going to get progressively angrier haha) “Son of a bitch!” But it wasn’t ...

Tomhas’s words echoed in her head. His likening her to Gaius. Perhaps she should eat some sweets. Fatten herself up so he stopped worrying. “… we’ll see.”

Aleth finally let go of his stomach to push himself upright, though he kept a hand over his crotch. Partially to nurse it, partially to protect it from further attacks. ...

Aleth grunted again, now splitting his hands between nursing his gut and his balls. “I already did, sir. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ky hesitated. She didn’t. Not really. But she didn’t want to finish this walk, either. Which one seemed worse? … probably the infirmary. At least with the walk if Emery ...

“You could go now,” she offered. “We’re already on the right floor.” And it’d save her from the rest of this stupid walk.

Aleth out a pained grunt and rolled on his side, grabbing at himself.

What the fuck sort of strategy was this supposed to be? Did he expect a different answer if he just kept repeating himself? “I’m not, sir!”

“Probably… hopefully,” she corrected. “It’s where he belongs.”

“I’m not, sir!” Maybe he’d need to reevaluate his story. He hadn’t expected Ky to turn this quickly. Even if they tortured her. Well, they had had a week, he ...

“…maybe.” Ky glanced away. “He didn’t seem to be in the best of spirits.”

Goddamn it. Aleth grunted loudly and then grunted again when he landed heavily back on the ground. His foot wouldn’t keep him balanced and now felt like it was on ...

“Hopefully.” It wasn’t, though. And they both knew it. Gaius didn’t know how to leave well enough alone. He and Tomhas were going to stay pissy with each other and ...

“I don’t hire anyone, sir.” He shook his head. “I’m a grunt. Work fields. Mend fences. Tend farms. That’s all, sir.”