Chapter 142: A begging man
Cass ignored the large new shadow he had gained even after he had arrived at his rooms. Sam sat him down in his chair at his desk and slowly patiently, rewrapped his hands. It was a long process since Sam took his time.
He made sure that he had more of the balm that the Doctor had made him smeared all over his hands first. It was methodical in nature, and Cass wondered if maybe this was a polite way to get back at Draken.
Sam wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t making a scene, but what he was doing was ignoring that the other man was even in the room with them when Cass could feel how big his presence was. It was honestly a miracle that Sam’s hands were so stable as he continued to work.
Draken wasn’t angry at Sam, or Cass didn’t think so. He was just a dragon, and feeling emotions, so everything felt violent. Cass wondered if Sam had ever had any dealings with dragons before. After all, he was handling working with this strange, medley crew quite well. He didn’t think other humans would be able to.
Cass didn’t count himself, of course, since technically, Lord Blackburn wasn’t all human, and he was a human from a different planet entirely. He was practically a different being of existence. They would probably say that he was.
He was also under a sneaking suspicion that the ’gods’ had interfered with his emotional stability. He had known he was getting worked up, rightly so, over everything that was happening and going on. But now? He felt...grounded in a way that didn’t quite feel natural. He could tell that whatever the ’manager’ had done to him was wearing off, but it wasn’t happening at a fast pace.
So, he didn’t consider that he was taking this easily. Sam, however? He was rolling with every punch. Even Sir Forsythe had some doubts, and Byron didn’t count since he was part of the oddity crew.
Sam finished up bandaging his hands and moved back, admiring his work before he nodded to himself, his hands on his hips, and smiled.
"Alright, my Lord. I shall go fetch your dinner. While I am gone, I am sure you can have your chat with Draken." It did kind of sound like Sam was ordering him around, and Cass gave him a raised eyebrow look. Sam’s face flushed. "O-Of course, only if you want to!" Flustered, he finished, and Cass chuckled.
"It was my plan." Cass told him warmly and Sam dropped into a bow before racing off, giving Draken a strange look before he left the room.
The whole time all of this was happening, Draken was standing in front of the desk. His hands clasped in front of his body, his gaze downcast, and his presence filling the room. Cass almost felt like he was going to choke on the emotions radiating off of him. If he had any doubt that Draken was a human before, it was gone. No human could have projected such a crushing weight onto anyone else without actively using magic. Cass was sure that Draken wasn’t.