If one was staring at Trenton, they could see the color literally drain out of his face as the boy paled. “Lydia!” He broke into a run, grabbing ahold of her gently. “She’s only a child!” He spat at Blair, taking his sword from Lydia’s hands and sheathing it. “Lydia, can you hear me?”
Lydia whimpered as she saw things she has never wanted to see, but wasn’t aware she had done so.
"Dear gods, it's not hurting her. It makes her think of the most random ideas and make them into full-blown scenarios." He exclaimed, muttering what could only be a string of curses in Icelandic.
“Make it stop!” Trenton barked the order, blatantly on the verge of having a panic attack. He scooped Lydia up into his arms carefully, quietly mumbling apologies under his breath. “Gods, you can stop this, right?!”
"It's going to be gone in a few minutes. You have to let it play out, even if she saw anything bad, she won't remember it."
“So… So you can’t make it stop!” Trenton started hyperventilating nervously, holding Lydia close. “You can’t even control this! A-And she’s in pain! This is all my fault.” He wheezed, trying to steady his heart rate. “I have to get her to the infirmary…” He mumbled, honestly more insane than Lydia was at this point.
"Let me repeat, she is not in pain. It is simply memories or crazy thoughts."
“But you don’t know that for sure!” Trenton muttered, trying to come up with a solution. “Help me put her on my back. She’ll be easier to carry that way.” He demanded, carefully setting Lydia down and dropping onto his knees.
"I swear to- Oh goody! She's snapping out of it, now excuse me while I combat the side effects of using my power with illegal herbs."
“Don’t touch her! You’ve done enough!” Trenton lept to his feet, elegantly drawing his rapier in one smooth motion. “It’s my own fault for sending her to make amends. I regret seeking good in you when clearly there isn’t any.” He growled, holding his sword out in front of him.
"I wasn't going to touch her, the herbs are for me you moron," Blair said, putting his staff back onto his back and looking at Trenton.
Lydia felt herself slowly become more in control of what she was seeing, although she still felt extremely weak, too fatigued to open her eyes.
“You have no right to degrade me as such when your decision making is despicably abhorrent.” Trenton kept his sword in his shaking hand, still freaking out over Lydia. The boy paced back and forth like a caged animal with a wide eyed panicked expression on his face.
Blair rolled his eyes and turned, picking up his bag and walking away. "Idiot." He muttered to himself as he did so.
Lydia sighed, and opened her eyes, being met with blinding light. “Trent?”
“Lydia!” Trenton dropped his sword and pulled her into a hug, flooding her with apologies, but mostly just frantically repeating the word “sorry” over and over.
“I-I’m fine. What did I tell you about apologizing?” Lydia said quietly, then adding, “What happened?”
“He did something.” Trenton shot a nasty look at Blair before picking up his sword and sheathing it. His hands were balled into fists, still shaking.
“Trent, come on. Let’s just go back to camp, we can talk there, Alright?”
Trenton stayed frozen in place. “What makes you think you have the right to do that to someone?” He glared at Blair, absolutely furious. “Do you think it’s funny? Do you just assume you’re better than us?” His voice cracked a little towards the end, coloring his generally monotone voice with emotion for a split second.
“Trent! Let’s go!” Lydia said, standing up, stumbling for a second.
“Trent! Let’s go!” Lydia said, standing up, stumbling for a moment.
"Me better than you? Do I think it's funny? No, I don't. At least you don't have a disfigured face from an accident that killed your entire family and then sent here!" He exclaimed, his cool composure down for a second as he turned.
Lydia gaped at Blair for a second. “What?”
“I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, and I wouldn’t wish my own past upon anyone as well.” Trenton stared at Blair, his eyes steely. “But it gives you no excuse to act out like this. You live in a camp overshadowed by tragedy. It isn’t a competition.” He turned his back on Blair, taking a few shaky breaths. “I’ll carry you back Lydia. You’ll be light enough to go on my back.” He whispered softly, his voice now strained.