“You’ve been…cut? Like Susanna!” Bishop says, quite alarmed. My hip is on fire, and my very blood seems poisonous.
I lean against the stone, raising my head in pain. “Help me to the ground.” I say as he takes one of my arms over his shoulder and guides me to the ground near the short wall. “Ladyship!” He runs over, helping me steady myself. My hands snap to my hip, finding wetness on the area. My vision blurs, and a delayed sharp pain stabs me in the side. There’s a growing burning sensation on my hip, and I feel like I’m about to vomit. “Bishop…” I call, making him turn around. Before I can release my hold on the door, a second unnatural gust of air rustles my hair. As he walks past the moving air ruffles my hair softly.
“I disagree.” I walk outside, opening the door for Bishop to come through. “No, we should take this straight to the steward and let him arrest the guy, then leave Windhelm.” Bishop taps his foot. It looks like it’ll be him, but there’s no way to know unless he can testify otherwise.” “Let’s go take this information to the Court Wizard. “Yeah, but there’s no way it’s a dragon this time!” I argue.
“You have bad feelings all the time.” He quips. “I don’t know, I’m getting another bad feeling.” You’re so eager to come in, yet not to go out?” “So, are we going to go, or are you going to continue to stand here staring at me?” I tap him on the shoulder, unfreezing him yet again.
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