“I have no intentions of doing that,” she said airily.
“Keep it that way, then,” he snorted. Slowly, the priest sat up in the bed and suffered Alayne helping him to dress. He said nothing but rolled his eyes as she brushed his hair out and buttoned his robes, taking only a moment to glance at the scar on his chest that had a twin on her own. “I think the arrow was easier to deal with,” he muttered.
“Dar’ja loves you,” she sighed.
“And I love her,” he grimaced. “I’m just extremely angry with her. I can’t understand why she didn’t at least talk to me about this before going ahead with it. A word of warning a month ago would have saved me weeks of misery and confusion.”
“Well, I did think about telling you myself but I felt it was her place to do so,” Alayne replied as she picked up the razor and used a small spell to warm the water in the basin. Zerith plucked the razor from her hands and muttered that he could shave himself. “Ger’alin says I do a better job than he does himself,” she growled.
“I heard about that one,” he chuckled. “I think he considers you not slicing his throat a good job. No, leave it be, Sis,” he said with exasperation. “I want to keep the goatee.”
“Clean-shaven is so much nicer.”
“My wife has absolutely no complaints,” he grinned. “Speaking of her, where is she?”
“Walking,” he repeated. “Where?”
“Well,” Alayne said uneasily, “Callie thinks she remembers hearing that daily walks were good for women in Dar’ja’s condition. So…she dragged Dar’ja out of bed just after daybreak and took her for a walk.”
Zerith glanced at the light streaming in from the window. “That would have been several hours ago.”
“Callie always has been the kind of person who held that if one of something was good, then eight of the same thing was better.”
“Oh Light,” he chuckled as he wiped off the last of the shaving foam. “I expect they’re halfway to Tanaris by now.”
“Probably,” Alayne laughed. “At any rate, I want to know what you think about sending her back to Silvermoon or Nagrand.”
“Callie?” he asked, affecting an air of confusion. “Her pranks haven’t been that bad lately.”
“Not Callie, nitwit,” she teased, going along with it, “Dar’ja.”
Zerith sighed. He really did not want to think about this right now. “I suppose it would be better for her to be among our people. They’ll know better how to handle such things though I do know a fair bit myself. It comes of being a healer.”
“A healer should not tend his own wife,” Alayne said firmly, her voice taking on the lilt of an oft-repeated quote. “At least according to Ger’alin, he shouldn’t,” she muttered when Zerith quirked an eyebrow at her.
“That would normally be a wise sentiment but…”
“Zerith, let someone else worry about all of…that…when it comes time for it,” she grimaced. “And please Light of heaven don’t let that someone be me!”
“You’d make an excellent midwife,” he snorted. “We had a running bet on how long it would take you to figure out what to do with your husband since we were pretty sure there were no ancient texts on the subject.” Alayne flushed furiously. “Or were there?”
“Be quiet before I tie you down and shave that scraggly beard off for you,” she said mutinously. “I knew what to do. In theory. Just like I know what to do…you know, when it happens…”
“In theory isn’t in practice,” he said lightly. “But, taking her back to Silvermoon may be the best thing for her. Nagrand is too far away and while the naaru and draenei are among the best healers in existence, I don’t like the thought of her being so far away. Even Silvermoon seems too remote for my liking but…”
“Silvermoon it is, then,” Alayne agreed quickly. “Ger’alin is planning to send a note to Lady Liadrin asking her to order Dar’ja back there.”
“That will go over about as well as a monk in a brothel,” Zerith sighed. “But, there’s no help for it.”
“Maybe if you went with her…or not,” Alayne sighed when she saw the glare in her brother’s eyes. “No one would blame you.”
“I would blame myself. I swore years ago to do whatever it took to ensure that another generation of our people would never grow up to know the problems you and I have faced. I swore I would never give up the battle until the battle was over and won. I may not have Ger’alin’s martial training but I do have my own sense of honor. I will stay with you and with him out on the front lines until the world is at peace once more.”
[Story continued in next post]