Chapter 168: A saintess with power, but no connection
Cass didn’t get back to sleep. Ser Hune kept him entertained the remainder of the night, and also helped Cass take off the bandages and take his first round of medicine as well as eat. Cass didn’t mind, and was grateful to have someone around who understood who he was, especially since it was a part that even Lord Blackburn didn’t know about himself.
It was silly, but it felt like something he could claim for himself. Even if it wasn’t his to begin with. He had been human, he was human. It was just...it was just a silly whim on his part.
The first to rouse was Lady Ava, surprisingly, and she seemed just as surprised as Cass was when they saw each other. She gave a nervous smile, ducking her head in acknowledgement as she turned and tied her tent flaps up again.
"Good morning, Cassian." She greeted, before clearing her throat. "Thank you for allowing me to use your tent. I appreciate your...consideration." She muttered and Ser Hune patted Cass’ shoulder, getting up to leave the two of them alone.
"I’m going to go wake up Sir Forsythe. It’s his rotation now." Ser Hune said, glancing back at Cass with a wink.
Cass wasn’t sure why she did it, until Lady Ava glanced around, nervous, and then made her way over. She joined Cass on the bench, her hands shaking from where she gripped the wood.
"You’re welcome, Lady Ava." Cass said easily. He was happy to offer her something, especially if it meant a little less of an awkward situation while they were in the dungeon.
"I..." She trailed off. "I’m sorry that you have seen some rather distasteful sides of myself recently." She said quietly. Cass stared into the blaze before them, letting her words hover in the air for a moment before he sighed.
"I am not one to judge someone going through an emotional time, Lady Ava. I just...wish you hadn’t made it everyone’s issue. With that being said, sometimes we are unable to control ourselves." Cass was pretty sure that this wasn’t the right thing to say, but they were his feelings.
When he glanced over at Lady Ava, her face was a little pale, and she too was staring at the fire. Unlike Cass, she was staring into the fire like it would fix her.
"I...I feel like ever since you woke up from your injury, everything that I am has begun to slip away." She whispered. Cass was a bit surprised to hear that from her lips. She licked her lips, swallowing, before she continued. "I’ve always had a good relationship with the gods. Whether I could hear them or not, I could feel them. It was...I was told it was a sign that I had the potential to be the next saintess." Lady Ava was speaking quietly. "As well as my own unique condition." She added, and Cass nodded.