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Evelyn lurched as she took the brunt of the fire spell to her chest, then hit the ground boneless. Mortimer let out a shriek of distress and launched himself at his master, ignoring the final few hits of the battle. The wyvern coiled around her, protective, and began to nose at her face.
When the man spoke, Mortimer whipped around and hissed. But, before he could make some truly inadvisable decisions, Evelyn's hand rose up and he patted him weakly on the chest.
"S'okay, s'okay. Not his fault. Shhh," she said. Mortimer keened, but as she continued to pat him, he gradually shifted out of his protective stance and allowed her to sit up. A quick index of her injuries revealed that her right shoulder was shot, her ribs were probably bruised, and the back of her head hurt from where she had hit the ground. With a little help from Mortimer, she was able to get mostly vertical, but she had to hold onto him to keep from going back down.
Belatedly, she realized the man had spoken. Perhaps a concussion to add to the list, then. "Probably...fine?" she said. "You okay?"
Asinine sighed, as he watched this. He clearly got her injured, and he didn't really want to have any issues because of this... He glanced over to his servant hiding away. "You, help her onto her wyvern." He said coldly, and the man who had previously tended to Asinine, went to try helping her up.
Asinine lit a little fire upon his hand, as he used his other hand to start rolling away. "Ma'am, have your pet follow me." He stated quite plainly, as he glanced back towards them. His expression emotionless as always. "Understood?" His words came out as a command, not something like a suggestion or a prompt, but it was a demanding tone, despite the strange lifelessness it held.
With some difficulty and the help of the servant, Evelyn was able to get up on Mortimer's saddle. She was feeling a little clearer headed now, which was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, she was less wobbly. On the other, she was now keenly aware of the magic burns and bite marks she could only vaguely feel a few minutes ago. There was also the gnawing sense of guilt. Hired to protect a guy and wind up knocked flat on her ass and have to be carted off by her boss. How embarrassing.
She sighed and patted Mortimer on the neck, prompting him to follow as instructed. Might as well see things to their conclusion.
The servant went back to the wheelchair bound boy, pushing him along. Asinine kept up his light until the small group had left the dark alleyway. "If you must know, we're going to the Eisle house." He stated quite plainly, being from a family of famous scholars, he expected that to be enough information for most people.
Heading along the paths out, he intended to get back, as quick as possible. The trade with that man, certainly turned out to be a bust. Now they had an hour's travel before they got to their destination.
Evelyn frowned. Eisle House? Eisle, Eisle... That sounded familiar. Where had she heard the name Eisle before? It took about five minutes before she lurched forward in her saddle. The force of the movement nearly knocked her from Mortimer's back, and she had to grab the horn with her good arm to keep from sliding off. Once righted, she stared incredulously at her (former?) employer. "Eisle? As in the scholars?"
Ah, now she wished she had paid more attention back at the academy. That she recognized the name at all meant the Eisle family was incredibly influential in the academic world. It would have been nice to have a better idea what she was getting herself into beyond that.
Asinine glanced back blankly, as he looked back forward. "Yes, the scholars." He said quite plainly, as he continued to walk forwards. "If you must know, I'm the son of the current head of the family..."
He laid his head against his wheelchair arm a bit, his eyes closing, as he continued to get pushed with no effort of his own in place. Rubbing at his face, he seemed tired, yet he wasn't hurt too badly.
When Evelyn realized no more information would be forthcoming, she slumped in the saddle once more. The heir to the family, huh? What was someone with that kind of access to resources doing hiring a barely competent mercenary like her? She was tempted to ask, but he was just so quiet. Was he angry with her? She was pretty sure he had taken a least one or two hits when she had been hired to specifically make sure that didn't happen.
She peered around Mortimer's neck. He looked more tired that hurt, at least. Fair enough; she would happily sleep for a week after this debacle was over. She sighed and glanced around. "How much farther?" she asked. Quietly. She still wasn't entirely convinced he wasn't mad.
Asinine glanced around. "I'm not in this area often..." He started to ponder for a moment, as he estimated the time length. "If this man hurries, we may reach our destination, within fifteen minutes... So please hurry, if it takes any longer, you're clearly obsolete, understood?" His eyes met directly with the servant, who sped up nervously.
He then glanced over to the girl. "Do you think you'll die before we get there?" He stated this bluntly, the inquiry meant mainly to wonder if he should leave her there... After all, its pointless to try helping someone, who's on the verge of death, when there's no possibility of them surviving.
The young man wasn't mad or anything, just his analytical nature left some to be desired in friendliness. He was however, somewhat annoyed by the trap that had been set for him.
Evelyn almost laughed as he spoke to his servant, but then again, she wasn't sure that was supposed to be a joke. She quietly took stock of her injuries instead.
"No," she said, "I think my ribs are bruised--but probably not cracked or broken!--and my right shoulder's busted, and my head's kinda sore, so maybe a concussion." She trailed off, trying to remember what she was getting at. "Oh, but nothing life-threatening!" She put on her best reassuring smile, the one she used when she went home for breaks and her parents politely asked how her classes were going.
Beneath her, Mortimer huffed a little and sped up to keep pace with the servant. He made sure to get close enough to breathe on the servant a little, just in case the threat of being fired wasn't enough.
"Very well." Asinine responded quite plainly, moving the rest of the way in silence. It wasn't too long before they had come across the rather large dwelling, and he continued to roll forward before looking back.
"Don't wander." He said this plain and simple, he intended to head the lady straight to where the personal nurse was. Of course she could do a lot more for the person than he could, and then he could simply pay her.
Evelyn nodded as she peered around the structure. It would be pretty tough to wander off with a one ton wyvern, anyway. Although, if they were going inside the dwelling, she was probably going to have to leave Mortimer behind, so perhaps the point was valid after all. Oh, dear, that meant she had to get down.
Dubiously, she slid off Mortimer's back. She made sure to keep a hold of his saddle with her good arm, but her legs held steady after all. Well, small blessings and all that. "Stay here," she said to the wyvern, then let go and toddled over to Asinine.
Asinine glanced towards her, as he went inside. He would get up and let her use his wheelchair, however that was not in his nature. He was not the kind of person who'd let someone use his wheelchair, and have him walk... So put simply he put his wants above others's needs.
"Mm..." He glanced back forward, after acknowledging her with such a small sound as that. Fortunately it wasn't long before they were at the nurse's office, where a nurse began attending to the lady. "Who's this?" The nurse asked.
"Why would I know?" Asinine replied as he raised one eyebrow.
"..." The lady looked at him incredulously, and then towards Evelyn. "Well that's Master Asinine for you... Your name, ma'am?"
Evelyn blushed as the nurse began to poke and prod at her injuries, and blushed further still when it was made blatantly apparent that she hadn't even bothered to introduce herself. At least the nurse seemed to take it in stride. In fact, it seemed like she expected as much from the young Master Asinine-
Wait, his name was Asinine?! Who named their child Asinine? Evelyn swallowed her incredulity and turned her attention back to the nurse. That wasn't something she needed to focus on right now, after all.
"Oh, um, I'm Evelyn Br-" She stumbled over her surname. The likelihood that anyone here would be intimately acquainted with the Brandts was infinitesimal, and the likelihood that anyone would be looking for her smaller still, but it wouldn't hurt to err on the side of caution. "Brandon. My name is Evelyn Brandon."
"Miss Brandon?" The nurse said, and then gave a smile, as she continued work on the lady. "It's a pleasure, I hope master Asinine hasn't been too much trouble-"
Asinine glanced at the nurse clearly annoyed, and she shut her mouth, and with that he glanced back at Evelyn. "I didn't cause you trouble, you're being paid." He stated this nonchalantly, as he glanced at the man who pushes his wheelchair, and held out a hand, the man relinquished a small sack of gold into his hand.
Holding the sack in his hand, Asinine watched the younger lady, in a spacey kind of way, as his expression seemed lifeless as always. "You don't wish to have a higher payment due to your injuries, correct?"
Evelyn abruptly shook her head, then had to hold very still as the world spun around her. She would have to invest in a helmet in the future, she thought. This head injury thing was not fun. At least the exterior wounds were feeling better, now that the nurse was patching them up.
"No, no, this is just part of the job, I guess," she said, once she was certain the room wasn't going to go for another twirl. "We agreed on 400. I won't ask for more because I can't block." She laughed a little nervously at her own awkward joke before abruptly cutting off.
"I'll be out of your hair soon," she said, finally, and wished very much that she could stick her head in her hands.
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