"Well, the way ya throw your money around, people might think ya are a noble brat," Delith said, but there was no disdain or ill-will in her tone and she followed it up with another light squeeze. "We'll be home soon. We'll get your cuts taken care of, bathe ya, and then I want ya to rest, ya hear?"
It felt like a long to the place and it felt like an even longer walk home, supporting Sariel's weight and a little paranoid that they would be followed. But they were left alone and she heard no one and finally, finally they made it back. Delith helped Sariel inside and immediately barked orders to the servants to get his bed ready and a hot bath prepared.
They took one look at Sariel's roughed-up form and scurried into action.
Meanwhile, Delith made Sariel sit down while they got things prepared. "Ya must be thirsty and hungry," she said, brushing hair back from his dirty face.
