RP:Buncha Mentals!

Tyler sits alone in the middle of the Frostmaw Tavern. The human sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the other patrons. While they were clothing fit for the severe condition of the frozen landmark, Tyler has managed to find himself in some torn garments yet again. They are indeed the ones Hildegarde provided a few weeks ago, but his living in the woods has managed to take it's toll. He manages to ignore the banter about his ill state from those around him. His head cupped in his left hand while the right draws idle doodles on the crude table before him.

Hildegarde had been chastised by the healers all day for refusing to stay in bed and rest, so intent were they on caring for the knight that they followed her into the tavern. Her voice was a growl of irritation, “You follow me like bees to a flower,” she said with annoyance, like a child being followed by overly-protective parents. Indeed, the knight looked incredibly roughed up. She certainly looked as though she shouldn’t be out of bed, given her meek gait and bruised appearance; many bandages covering her arms, neck and locations thankfully hidden by trouser legs. At the laughing of giants, she scowls at them, effectively sending them into silence. She didn’t know who or what they were laughing at – not yet – but she had stopped them.

Tyler seems to snap out of his mental slumber to turn and face the woman who enters the tavern with her own white garbed entourage. He resists the urge to jolt from his table to the womans side. Instead, he takes note of her injuries and attempts to hide the look of displeasure that falls across his complexion. She looks highly irritated as well and he finds it best to keep his distance. Instead he offers a weak smile if he catches her eye before quickly averting his gaze back to the nothing before him.

Hildegarde winces as the heavy hand of the giant healer lands upon her shoulder in an effort to turn her back and off to the healing house, “I swear to Aramoth, I shall order you to leave me be if you do not give me a moment of peace!” she threatened, but her tone was hardly harsh. With a reluctant sigh, the giant withdraws his hand and takes a few steps back along with his fellow healers; realising it was no good in challenging the stubborn dragon (or dragon-mule as Satoshi named her). She does, indeed, catch the gaze of Tyler and he’s a welcome distraction. “Tyler,” she greeted, offering him a polite nod of her head

Tyler's ears perk as Hildegarde calls his name. The man had nearly forgotten she knew his name. Turning back to face her once more he gives another smile and nod. He'd completely forgotten her name if she had provided it. It had been a long week. Truth be told, he still had no idea why the hell he was in Frostmaw again to begin with. Hildegarde had been stuck in his mind since she seemed to be the only person he's encountered that doesn't blindly hate him.

Hildegarde takes a step towards him with a cautionary glance behind her to see if the healers were following in her footsteps, which they fortunately weren’t! “You are rendered silent by my hello?” she said with a smile, obviously teasing him for his silence. “Have you been eating and keeping well?” she asked, glancing at his table for any sign of food.

Tyler manages to provide a soft chuckle at Hildegarde once he realizes she is only teasing. As she comes closer he is quick to pull out a seat for her and nod toward it. At her question, he suddenly becomes quite aware of how hungry he actually is and to the fact that he has been living in the woods outside of Kelay like some animal. But despite the rumble in his stomach the man provides a very reassuring nod and reply "Oh, yeah. Yourself?"

Hildegarde sat down upon the offered seat with a groan she tried her best to stifle, obviously her wounds were causing her plenty of pain and discomfort. “Your stomach suggests otherwise,” she said with a smile, “so will you let me fetch you some food?” As for the question directed at her, she chortled, “I eat when I can and intend to be back in training as soon as these healers tire of me.”

Tyler allows himself to take in Hildegarde's injuries a bit closer as she takes a seat by his side. At the offer of food he shakes his head in rejection, paying the question no additional thought. He turns the conversation onto her condition instead. "What happened?" He motions to her wounds. "Those, I mean."

Hildegarde sighed at his question, wondering if he would follow in the steps of her insistent healers. “I did my duty,” she said softly, “by flying out and facing the enemies of Frostmaw in my most truest of forms. But they had many undead dragons and wyverns fighting for them, both of which carried a nasty bite.” The woman sighed softly, “But I did my best to protect my friends and comrades.”

Tyler narrows his eyes as she explains and the man tries his best to see the reasoning in this but it ultimately falls short. "Sounds stupid." He turns to eye her wounds but makes no remark on their condition. Instead he provides quite the compliment. "I'm glad you aren't dead..."

Hildegarde had a feeling that Tyler might say as much, which is why she avoided any heavily patriotic phrases. She didn’t mind his disagreement with her, everyone was entitled to their own opinions and she herself couldn’t stand slaying people. She enjoyed ensuring justice was done, that people were safe, but not killing them. “Well, thank you,” she said, genuinely.

Tyler grins at Hildegarde and would bump his shoulder into hers playfully. "You know, it's been hell outside of this place. Why the hell didn't you warn me people hated me? Some lady in that big city attacked me with her freakin' purse and insisted I kill myself for good and to stay dead because everyone hated me."

Hildegarde winced at the bump to her shoulder, but she smiled nonetheless. She obviously appreciated the gesture, having disliked being treated like a piece of fragile glass. “Well, I did not wish to overwhelm you,” she said quietly, “but I feel guilty for not telling Skylei that I know of your existence,” she said sadly. “I intend to tell her, should I survive this war. But you ought to live your life as this new you.”

Tyler snorts at the mention of Skylei. The man shaking his head and holding out his hands pushing forward at an imaginary barrier before him. "Trust me. I've well past already met that one..." He sighs and shakes his head. "I'm fairly convienced everyone in this entire region has gone mental." He tilts his head to smile at her again. "You included." The man then pops his neck before cracking his back on the chair. "Mind if I share a room with you again tonight? Y'know, cause it's late and stuff..." He gives Hildegarde a longing look, admitting his fear of travelling alone tonight.

Hildegarde frowned at his mention of meeting Skylei, “You have met her? How did that go?” she asked hesitantly, obviously afraid that it had caused the elf great distress. She didn’t want to see the woman more hurt than she already was. With a sigh, she shrugged her shoulder, “I don’t see why not. I shall take the floor.”

Tyler simply snorts at the knights worry of Skylei and when she states that she will take the floor he kicks himself up from the chair and rejects her offer. "My ass. Not in that condition, and I'll tell you in the morning." With that, he moves quickly to the room. The human eager to be hidden away from those around him.

Hildegarde frowned, following after him at a slower pace. “You realise I am stronger than you and could actually just lift you,” she stated, sticking to her guns on the issue.