Chapter 115: Lord Draken isn’t your master, I am
Cass was in a bit of daze for the morning after he spoke to Lord Blackburn. He felt like he didn’t get to speak to him enough, but at the same time, he learned a lot. He didn’t get to ask him about magic, or about any of the plans he’d made. He was kicking himself about that, and also about the fact that he didn’t get a straight answer from him.
Lord Blackburn didn’t say yes or no to if it was okay for Cass to be in his body. All he said was that the ’gods’ made a good choice. Whatever the hell that meant. Cass knew it wasn’t an actual answer, and that alone told him that Lord Blackburn probably had some reservations about Cass being here, taking over.
Cass knew he shouldn’t be worrying about this as much as he was, especially as he knew that the next dungeon was going to be found in the next two weeks, but this was something dear to him. He hated the idea of losing control of his body, and yes he felt that the conversation had been positive in the end, he didn’t get a word telling him that what he was doing was okay.
He also hadn’t unlocked more memories yet. Those two things made him anxious.
Sam was a trooper. He dealt with Cass as he was a little vacant in the mind in the morning, helping him with the orders and directions that the Doctor left for his hands. Cass handled the other parts, not wanting Sam to have to touch him there. It was a little strange, but the salve was soothing, and he was free to get lost in his thoughts after that.
Cass had to eat, and Sam and Byron made sure he did so. Cass forced down the pills that were provided, took more of the godawful healing tonic, and then, with the help of Byron and Sam, made his way to his study.
He was able to walk a little bit today, but had to rely on the other two to do so. His legs were shaky, his muscles still weak and screaming from the overuse and tension. What the hell he’d been up to, who knows, but it had clearly put a strain on all of him.
Cass didn’t know why he was going to his study. It wasn’t as if he could work. His hands were wrapped so that they could heal properly, so he couldn’t hold a pen, nor could he feed himself. It was quite embarrassing to have Sam help him in that regard, while Sam seemed pleased to be able to help.
Cass also realised that he’d slept in quite a bit. It was already midday by the time that he made it to his study, and when he did, Sir Forsythe was waiting there for him. When Sir Forsythe saw him, a look of relief crossed his face.