Another Kind of Holy

Caiside rose up softly as Sam returned with water, holding himself up on his good elbow so he could sip at it. He was glad to be upright though, when Sam asked if they’d met before. A look of utter scorn crossed his face, any goodwill Sam had earned with him withering to nothing in an instant. How could he ever be forgotten? He put every effort into being as memorable as possible, and the fact that someone as lowly as Sam could forget him was appalling. ”Yes, we’ve met. Before Longnight, actually.” There was an edge of ice in Caisides voice, making up for how his face returned to something more neutral, disdain pulling too much at his injuries. ”I helped with your shop. The stairs?” Not recognizing him from outside was something he could overlook, he had been in his other form. It wasn’t as if he had done something small though. A sigh heaved out of him, and he flopped back on the bed, a hand lifted over his eyes as he did. Had he become so dim so quickly? Caiside heir of fire and ash