In his confusion, Eric didn't even notice the guy approaching him, and when he finally came to his senses, he was being taken to more unknown to him places.
Good thing the boy was supporting his body, otherwise there was a chance for him to fall down on the ground once more. His senses were still pretty much clouded.
Nonetheless, he was trying to concentrate on his surroundings. He attempted to study the face of the boy who kidnapped him, but most of it was hidden under a hood.
Eric could feel the gentle rain drops, which had soaked his hair and face, but he had no clue where they came from. A chill went through his body.
It startled him, and he involuntarily squeezed the boy's hand, the one he was being held with.
But he didn't seem to mind, as he continued to take him down countless roads, until they finally stopped in front of a pretty narrow corridor.
The view alone was enough to make Eric sick to his stomach. The boy tried to push him forward, and he immediately took a step back.
He was about to express his reluctance, but the words the youngster spoke softly seemed to have the desired effect. Eric relaxed and took a step forward.
A couple of times he felt the other guy's body unnaturally close to his own, but in the labyrinth of his emotions this particular feeling hid somewhere deep in his mind.
A wave of comfort and tranquility washed over him when they found themselves in a dim lit place. It was so pleasantly quiet, it made Eric feel safe. His eyes could finally take a break.
He followed the stranger, and immediately took the seat offered to him.
He didn't pay much attention to the boy's rude tone, since he was more than used to following orders, even if he didn't fancy that.
It was clear the boy in front of him didn't enjoy talking, which frankly came to him as a blessing.
This pleasant feeling was quickly replaced by one of surprise when the boy came back, this time with his hood down.
At first Eric thought he was seeing things, but no matter how many times he studied the boy's face, he became more and more convinced that this is in fact Alistair Kay - the one he has to kill.
He wasn't even listening to Alistair's words, that's how deeply concentrated he was in studying his movements.
,,Kill him", Godrick's voice echoed In his head, and it took Eric great efforts to silence it. Without even thinking he took the offered cup of tea, and drank it thirstily.
The hot beverage burned his tongue, but he paid it little to no attention. He noticed Alistair didn't try to stop him, but only stared back at him with the same amount of curiosity.
For a while the two studied each other silently, until Eric felt uncomfortable in the painfully long silence, and cleared his throat.
- I...thank you...For the tea, and for taking me away from that place earlier.
His words caught Alistair by surprise, and he muttered "It was nothing special". But something in his gaze told Eric that was far from the only thing he wanted to say.
He asked himself how to behave around this person, who was apparently a threat to Godrick. But obviously not to Eric himself, which surprised him, but also calmed him down in a sense.
It's been a while since he felt this strangely calm, more so in the company of a total stranger. There was something in Alistair, which didn't seem completely normal. That thought amused Eric.
The world he came from was subjected to magic, but why this seemed strange to him at the moment, he wasn't really sure.
He decided his best move would be to stay close to Alistair, until he decides on what to do next. The same cold shiver ran through his body, and he trembled.
An instinct inside of him spoke up, and Eric asked Alistair an unexpected question.
- Can I stay with you for a while? I...don't have a home at the moment, and would be really grateful if you help me...
Eric grew silent. A feeling of discomfort filled his mind. He didn't want to lie, even if his words were partly sincere.
For the moment he relied solely on the chance Alistair won't suspect a thing.