When Anders is gone they check on Nathaniel at intervals. At first, months ago, there was some pretense involved: making up questions they needed him to answer, dropping off food or ale or something Anders wanted to see when he gets back. Now everyone has largely given up on excuses. Alistair has, anyway. He's done pretending nothing is wrong.
Today, when he passes by the little house the two men share, he raps his knuckles on the door before opening it uninvited.
"Nathaaaniel," he says through the crack. "Are you a ghoul yet?"
—a question he's asked before, because done pretending nothing is wrong doesn't mean now handling the man with kid gloves. He thinks whatever parts of Nathaniel are left in his decaying corpse of a body would appreciate that.
He pushes the door open further with his shoulder, because regardless of the answer, he'll need to see for himself.
ortan thaig; closed.
Today, when he passes by the little house the two men share, he raps his knuckles on the door before opening it uninvited.
"Nathaaaniel," he says through the crack. "Are you a ghoul yet?"
—a question he's asked before, because done pretending nothing is wrong doesn't mean now handling the man with kid gloves. He thinks whatever parts of Nathaniel are left in his decaying corpse of a body would appreciate that.
He pushes the door open further with his shoulder, because regardless of the answer, he'll need to see for himself.