I know Go Fish! We could play that. Rowan wrote out a smile on her face. She had pulled the cards out of the deck and began doing a poor one-handed shuffle. She noticed that Nich didn't look the most comfortable at the moment and paused her shuffling, Can I help you with anything? You don't look super comfortable right now.
"Sounds good to me." Nich smiled weakly and massaged his ribs with one hand for a moment, trying to ease the aching. "Mm? Oh, I dunno if there's much you can do… you've given me a lot of stuff already, and it's really not all that bad. Just sore and such." He freed his hand so that he could help with shuffling the cards, which he seemed pretty good at. Presumably he played cards with other members of the guild relatively often.
(Okay, if you can't tell, I am running out of ideas to do. So unless you want them to do anything while away from the guild, can we skip to when they arrive back at the guild?)
(Yeah that's fair lol, I'm fine to skip!)
(Oh, thank God lol. I'll get the skip up when I wake up tomorrow if that's okay.)
(Yeah that's fine aha. We can just assume they stayed a few days until Nich was travel worthy or something)
Another four days passed before Rowan had finally deemed Nich well enough to travel back to the guild. She insisted that they take it easy and not push themselves to rush on the way back. So after two whole days of travel they had finally arrived back at the guild. Rowan was attempting to not be noticed as she pushed the door open and heard the normal roar of the guild hall once more.
Nich was still pretty sore and his skin felt tight from being freshly healed all over, but he was definitely anxious to get back home and see the guild again. He walked into the building behind Rowan, acting as normal as possible, and boisterously greeted any guild members who greeted him first. A rather large man scooped Nich up in a hug and squeezed him tightly, which made Nich gasp in pain and squirm a bit to get free. "H-Hey, man… good to see you again." He smiled up at the man, but his voice was strained and he definitely wanted to be let go.
Rowan managed to slip away in the commotion of everyone greeting Nich. She made her way to the bar so she could order a bit of food when she glanced back to see Nich in a less-than-ideal situation. Rowan looked at how close the food was before walking back towards Nich and tapped on the large man's arm to get his attention. She was trying to not be intrusive, but there was only much she could do as she wrote out, Could you please let him go? He got hurt on the job and is still recovering.
"Mm? Oh!" The man let Nich go, and Nich drew in a few wavering breaths. "Sorry, man. Why didn't you say you hurt yourself again, eh?" The man laughed and Nich laughed weakly as well, mouthing a 'thank you' to Rowan as he recovered.
"Well, I just got back, didn't I? Didn't get to share my stories yet." He crossed his arms and smirked a bit once he seemed to have pulled himself together. He hoped none of his wounds had reopened. "We had to catch these bandits, and they swarmed me. Couldn't fight all of 'em off, even though I did get a good amount, and they cut me up pretty good. I'm fine, though, thanks to Rowan's healing prowess."
(Feel free to add random NPCs and stuff if your want lol)
(Will do if I can come up with any lol)
Rowan felt her cheeks heat up as she was praised by Nich. She was just doing what any sane person would do when someone was injured with them. It wasn't anything special and it wasn't like Nich wouldn't be dead if it wasn't there. He would have lived, most likely. She wrote out in the air soon after, I didn't do much. It was just a few healing potions and bandages. That's all.
"Oh, c'mon. Don't be modest. I was in pretty bad shape." Nich laughed softly and winced as he disturbed his bandages a bit. "Y'all had to carry me back to the inn. I was probably gonna die." He hummed thoughtfully and his fellow guild members laughed heartily as they listened. "I'm fiiine though. Feeling great… ish. Did you have fun at least, Rowan? Any quips to add?" He asked, turning to her.
Umm not really. All I would say is that you need to work on your self-preservation skills, Rowan wrote out looking at Nich. The job was a job. They came, caught the bandits, stayed until Nich was healed, and left. Nothing else to it. She didn't see an easy way out of the situation at hand so she stayed where she was. Rowan adjusted her hat to try and block her face a bit better.
"Fair enough." Nich smiled and returned to the conversation, noticing that Rowan didn't seem to want to participate, and so choosing not to force her to do so. The guild members could be a bit intimidating at times, after all. After a while, Nich was feeling pretty tired, his endurance not quite up to the usual yet, and so he excused himself to get some rest. He looked around to try and find Rowan again.
Rowan managed to get away from the conversation after a few minutes of not being noticed. She made her way over to the bar counter where she then gave the pretty lady tending it an order for a full meal. Rowan got her food and then settled down in a nice quiet-ish corner of the bar to eat. She would leave after she was done eating, not wanting to make her own food at her house. She didn't see Nich looking for her, but she was in his line of sight.
It took him a few minutes, but Nich eventually managed to find Rowan at the bar and sat down next to her, looking a bit pale and drowsy. "Hey! How's it going? Feeling alright?" He asked, propping his head up on one hand to keep himself upright. The potions had worn off by now and he was feeling pretty bad. "Getting something to eat? Good idea… I should eat something. How long has it been?"
At least an hour, Rowan responded looking at him concerningly. He honestly looked awful and she figured the potions must have worn off, but she didn't have any more on her to use. Brewing more healing potinos was on the top of her list of things to do. She sighed and shook her head, But I'm fine and you need to eat.
"Yeah… guess I probably should." Nich asked the bartender for something and then laid his head against the counter, his arms wrapped loosely around himself. He definitely needed a top up on his potions, but he'd just have to try and push through the pain until Rowan could get more. Maybe I can get drunk so everything is numb… no, that's probably a bad idea.
Rowan watched him worringly. He definitely seemed to be in pain still and she hated that she had nothing to give him for it. But she her supply was so low she was starting to worry she wouldn't be able to make more of her special potions either. She let out a slight sigh as she finished her meal and stood up, After you eat, go back home and get some more rest. I'll have more potions for you in the morning, okay?
"Mmnh… okay." Nich replied weakly. He looked up when the bartender returned with something to eat, his ears drooping. He thanked the bartender softly, starting to eat, although he couldn't eat too much. "I'll try and get some sleep or something. You should do the same." Nich got off of his stool, staggering a bit before straightening and feigning that everything was fine. "I'll see you in the morning, Rowan." He dipped his head in farewell and made his way out.
Rowan gave him a farewell wave as he walked out. She had no real plans to sleep, she had potions to make. After she paid and tipped the bartender, she made her way out of the guild and back home. She could feel her throat begin to ache and feel acidic, but she ignored the feeling. She had one of her potions left, and she needed to save it for the very last minute to take. Once at her cottage, she threw herself into the brewing process. Only pausing to drink her final potion for her throat before going right back to it.
In the morning, Nich felt even worse. He hadn't been able to get much sleep, either. However, he needed to get to the tavern to meet up with Rowan, as difficult as it sounded. He forced himself up, got dressed, and managed to drag himself to the tavern. The same large man from yesterday noticed that he was unsteady and wasn't doing well, so he picked him up to wait for Rowan to arrive.
Rowan had used the remainder of her supplies to make five more healing potions for Nich. She had spent the entire night brewing and was running on fumes and spite. Her throat felt like there were thousands of tiny claws scratching at every part of it, but she did her best to ignore it. She made her way to the guild coughing ever so often, her handkerchief covered in the blood that had come up. Rowan spotted Nich by the entrance and gave him a tired wave… Before going to cough up more blood. She put the kerchief away and held out the little bag she had put the five potions in out towards Nich, Here. Five fresh healing potions for you. They aren't very strong, but they should work perfectly for you.
Nich looked down at Rowan tiredly from the man's arms, his ears drooping. He was clearly still feeling awful, and he definitely needed some sleep. "Mmnh… thanks. I can take you out to the market to buy you some more supplies later to thank you." He murmured, accepting the potions from her and taking one out immediately to drink it. He knew it would take a little bit to kick in, but just knowing that it would made him feel a little more at ease. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
You don't have to, Rowan wrote back to him the moment he offered to take her to the market. She could get the supplies herself, Nich didn't need to worry himself about paying her back for doing the bare minimum in her eyes. A little cough made a way up her throat and she grabbed her kercheif to cover her mouth. She wrote out soon after, I'm fine anyways. You look like you need to sleep some.