Rillon Cottage, Days Later…
A few days later, as Janeeri is taking care of the alien pilot, her fever spikes again. Janeeri thought, or hoped, that the fever was breaking. No such luck.
“I wish there was something more I could do for you, love. I only know field medicine. And limited at that.” Janeeri tells the unconscious pilot as he wipes her forehead. He, then, hears a rapping sound at his front door. He leans in a kisses her forehead. “Back in a minute, love.”
He, then, places the rag back on the nightstand and starts to head out of the bedroom. Sebasti lifts his head to see what’s going on.
“Whur?” asks Sebasti.
“Stay here and watch over her.”
“Ruff!” barks Sebasti in agreement as he watches his master head off to the front door form the bedroom.
Janeeri arrives at the front door and opens it. Before him stand two familiar faces, an older gentleman, in silver armor over a blue tunic with a pattern of gold circles connected by gold lines; and a younger knight, in silver armor with three wavy lines upon the shoulder cuffs over a deep blue tunic.
“Gavin! Vanolin! What an unexpected surprise!” he says to his two guests.
“Where is she?!?” gruffly asks the older gentleman, with a gray beard, as he holds a beat up dark gray helmet with two stripes carved into it. The sticker on the front of the helmet is in shambles.
“Sir, I do not know whom you talk about.” Janeeri says confused by his former lord’s question, well, demand.
“I will ask this one more time, Janeeri,” Gavin says flipping the helmet over to the tan furred human, who catches it and looks it over. “Now I know you were there. Don’t deny it. Where is she?”
Janeeri, then, takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. He, then, tosses the helmet onto the nearby couch as he leads them in. “Follow me.”
Vanolin shuts the door after he and Gavin enter the house. Janeeri leads them through the living room and the dining room to the bedroom at the back of the house.
“Lovely home you have here. Built it yourself?”
“Yes, indeed, Gavin. Enjoyed every moment of it.” Janeeri says as they reach the door to the bedroom. “Why is she so important to you?”
“Okay. But quietly, she’s sleeping.”
All three enter the room where the alien pilot lays in Janeeri’s bed. The sheets and pillowcases are base light blue with dark blue and brown in a cross linear pattern with squares and rectangles in the pattern as well. The red-headed pilot is moaning and sweating profusely.
“I don’t know what to do. She has a raging fever. I just try to cool her down with a wet rag.”
“Janeeri, you’re doing everything you can,” Gavin tells him. “From what you are telling me, her healing factor seems to be working over time. She’ll heal soon enough, son.”
“You mentioned that she is a family friend?” Vanolin asks with one brow raised.
“Oh yes,” he remarks. “Boys, this is Starragaar Rellagaari of the Royal House of Bengaal.”
“She be a princess?” questions Janeeri.
“Yes. But let’s talk elsewhere as not to disturb her.”