Leave me behind

Basilisk was jostled back to consciousness when another arrived. He was overwhelmed with the familiar scent of her. His eyes opened, but the blackness of night remained. Her scent and the sound of her voice seemed… sharper, in comparison to the nothingness his eyes produced. He stared blankly around the spot her voice emanated from. “You wont… you wont believe the day i’ve had, Mistress.” he whispered.

“I… I hear by request permission to leave your service.” he had asked his bear to fetch her, but now he wasn’t sure if he had done so to seek her help, or to say goodbye. He was blinded, praised. He was as much good as a wart on a bum.

“I… I am no longer fit to serve you, Mistress. I am blind and crippled, I have failed you.” his voice shook for the first time near the end, his control failing him. He did not want to leave Asla. did not want her to leave him behind. Something had grown between them, something small and fragile and new. It would be broken now, as ruined as his body had become.