Discrete Help from an Old Acquaintance

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 15th October 2020
Series: The Assassin's Husband

Characters: Lusilk, Bryvin, Garion
Description: Lusilk wakes to a familiar face in the infirmary and gets discrete help
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 5, day 3 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Lorican

Lusilk

Bryvin

Garion

Garion washed his hands thoughtfully and remembered his meeting with
Lord Bryvin before he'd come to the Weyr for what was intended to be a
temporary assignment. He'd been reminded of the trip into the woods
around the Hold and the people they'd met but never talked about
since.

He'd caught sight of the woman just once leaving the Lord's office. Or
rather he'd thought it was her at the time but he'd been too far away
to be certain and on his way up to visit a patient in the hold. Later
he hadn't even thought about it but now. Now they'd come face to face
and recognized one another. He had a feeling from the events of the
last few days that it could be either a good thing or a very bad
thing.

"She's a dangerous woman," Lord Bryvin had said to him and from what
he could see she'd killed a rather competent assassin so he had no
doubt of that fact.

He chuckled to himself a moment. "She almost killed _me_ once." he
mused to himself. He was no means certain she might try again and
succeed this time.

Drying his hands on a towel he walked toward her room picking up a
scalpel on his way. He room was empty of others when he entered so he
walked to the foot of her bed.

"Good evening," he said.

Lusilk's eyes opened slowly and looked down the bed at the Healer. Her
expression was carefully blank. "I was wondering when you'd come
back." She half-sat up again, moving slowly and speaking softly. "So
you're Bryvin's eyes and ears here. Have you already reported to him
that I'm here?"

"I was not instructed to either find nor report on you," he said. "I
was sent to do exactly as the Headwoman told you." He said then his
head tilted. "The man you killed. Was he the boy's father?"

"I'm sure." She couldn't believe that Bryvin would send a trusted man
for a singular purpose. The man was far too wily. Lusilk's mouth
tightened at the last question. "No. He wasn't." She changed the
subject pointedly. "I'm not here to cause anyone trouble. I just want
peace for my son, do you understand?"

"I understand," he said and nodded. "I will keep you safe in here if I
can. Lord Bryvin would want that, and I know Master Dunrick and your
man will watch your son. So, I brought you something for just in case
anyone who shouldn't, gets in here." He stepped closer and flipped
the scalpel out of his sleeve and placed it on the bed near her. Then
he smiled. "Just don't chuck it at me alright?"

Slowly picking up the scalpel, Lusilk considered it before glancing at
Garion. Her lips quirked slightly. It might be humorous if she did
throw it, but purposefully miss, but decided not to do so. He'd helped
her more than once. "Thanks." She tucked it under her pillow and then
turned to look at him. "I'm surprised you haven't said anything to
anyone about who I am. Or have you and I just haven't been arrested
yet?"

"What happened between us was a very long time ago," Garion said
seriously. "Bryvin was only the Steward back then But I can tell you
this, without his explicit instructions otherwise, I just met you and
have no knowledge of what you may or may not have done in the past." A
half smile quirked his lips. "I've healed many people that I've never
met."

"I'll bet." She wondered if he'd ever healed any of Varlin's wounds.
Her eyes narrowed slightly even as her lips quirked at the
implication, but then she slowly relaxed. She didn't quite trust the
man, but for Bryvin to keep him around and him still be alive and
unmarred, he would have had to earn the trust given to him. She must
never forget, however, that the man was Bryvin's. That, she could
possibly use to her advantage. "Are you still in regular contact with
Bryvin?" She had to know. If this man could get information to him,
she may have to use him.

"I receive information from time to time and forward reports of the
progress here. Answer any questions he asks." His eyes were intent.
"He is my employer and I am beholden to him. But I'm not cut out to be
an informant or subtle enough to pull off any ploys. He's aware of
this failing," Garion smirked. "My other skills are more valuable. Is
there something you need?"

Lusilk mirrored his smirk. "No ploy. And I'm not asking for any
information about him. I could find that out on my own." She shook her
head, negating his suggestion. "I need information to get to him
discreetly and I'm in no position nor do I have the time to do it
myself. Could you get it to him quickly and discreetly?"

"I can," he nodded.

She exhaled and took a long moment to gather the words that only
Bryvin would understand. She licked her dry lips. "What I retrieved of
his that he greatly valued, I hold similar from Rorrigraf's dead son.
It is the last and most valuable. I hold proof of it and It has to be
protected if I am gone. He can find the proof of it and the means to
protect it among my belongings here."

~*~

Garion returned to her room sometime later with a brown firelizard and
a piece of folded paper. His own instructions had also come with Lord
Bryvin's response. "Here," he said. "This is for you."

She had dozed off, but woke the moment that she heard him return. Her
brows arched as she took the paper. "That was quick. " Her message
must have piqued the Lord Holder's interest. She unfolded the paper
and read the message.

"I Promise," were the only words on the paper above the initial "B."

Lusilk exhaled slowly and visibly relaxed. He'd understood and would
honor the debt between them. She'd been concerned that he would ask
for more than she could give. She wrinkled up the paper and nodded in
satisfaction. "Thank you, Garion, for your help with the matter. I
owe you. " She looked up at the Healer with a nod. "Let's not tell
anyone, including Lorican, about this if you would."

"You don't owe me anything. Now, just concentrate on getting well." He
reached out to put a hand on her shoulder with a smile. "Tell them
what?"

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