Chapter 32 : A Hint of Lavender

Sebastian POV It wasn't until the dawn of the next day that Andreas regained enough lucidity to become coherent again. "Water?" His voice cracked on the second syllable, the lack of moisture in his mouth robbing him of that charming rolling cadence that he normally had. I rested the traveler's journal I was reading face down on the nightstand, bringing the goblet of water to his patched lips. He drank, slow at first, until the water renewed his thirst, and drank in gluttonous gulps until the glass was drained. Only then did Andreas attempt to speak again, "There was an attack in the hinterlands between here and Eventide City. I came to warn you of the men." "Yes, Beta Sala filled me in on the details of the militia you stumbled over when he arrived late last evening. Do not—" I pressed him back down into the mattress, pulling a sheet over him in the process. "What in the Goddess' name is wrong with you? You're recovering from silver poisoning! Which can be fat