The sun has risen again. Rubyn saw the light falling inside the room from the windows through his half-shut eyes. He was lying curled up in front of the fireplace, covered by his favourite coat, the one with the cape that had holes for his ears. He looked like he was sleeping, but he was awake. He had been awake the whole night keeping watch, his ears listening for the faintest sounds of fighting or cries - or any sound of movement in the room. His nose smelt the blood from the wounded, the paste applied on bandages, the sibanac tea in the tea pot and the burning wood of the fire, that was warming his fur. The room was an unfamiliar place, filled with unfamiliar odours. It made him nervous, but that was not the worst. Worst was, some of his family had been hurt.
Whenever one of the two elfesses would seem to wake up, he'd jump to his feet and scamper over, to stand close to the bed and offer them a cup with tea, some food, or just to squeak and stutter at them trying to make them understand they were safe and would recover. It seemed to work, as they would return back to sleep again. The one with dark skin and white hair was snoring, the pale one, even more pale than usual, had mumbled about rats and skinning in a dream. Rubyn nervously chewed on his cooking spoon made of heart wood and then ran a paw through his whiskers - again and again. He had done nothing wrong, had he?
The woman in the blue dress that had sat on the balcony,- Amelila? - had told him to look after the two elfesses. What had happened to hurt them? Well, they had been more nervous the past days, he knew something was up. Little Paw, the dog had also sensed it, acting more restless as well. Smelly slime, that stinky blob, had showed no signs of nervousness, but it had devoured more single socks than usual. Rubyn was not sure if it had also smelt worse than usual, or if it had been his nerves playing tricks on him. The nice elfess had been nervous and even more sad. Rubyn knew because she had given him extra cookies and ruffled his fur more often. The scary elfess had been staring a lot at book pages and shooed him away if he tried to take the dishes from the table or desk for cleaning.
Now both were hurt, almost dead. They had to sleep and recover and he would keep watch. Then when they had recovered the three of them would return to the flat and he'd do the dishes and tidy up while they would stare at books, scrolls or pieces of paper again.
Rubyn's Post-Mas 68
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