The White Road - Lynn Flewelling [11]
Sebrahn did it again. "Joking." This time his face twitched as he tried to approximate Alec's grin.
"I've often found that a sense of humor is a sign of an intelligent mind."
Startled, Alec turned to find Seregil leaning in the now open doorway. "Sneaking up on me?"
"I came to warn you that I can hear you staggering around up here. Lucky for you, Mydri got caught up in conversation down at the quay. You're looking a little pale. Let's get you back to bed."
"I can do it!" Alec protested, then turned too quickly and fell on his face before Seregil could catch him. Sebrahn sprang to his side and crouched there. When Seregil reached down to help Alec, Sebrahn hunkered lower and hissed at him.
Seregil stepped back in surprise. "It's only me. He's the one who fell over."
Alec sat up and gathered a handful of Sebrahn's hair, giving him a not-so-gentle shake. "No! Bad! Go to Seregil."
Sebrahn's face was blank again as he rose and walked to Seregil's side. The older man took the rhekaro's face between his hands. "I wouldn't hurt Alec. I never will. I love him. Love?" He looked to Alec, who only shrugged. Seregil gingerly gave Sebrahn a hug. "Love. You can trust me, little one." He pointed to his own chest, then to Sebrahn's. "Trust."
Sebrahn cocked his head again, then touched Seregil's chest and rasped out, "Serigl."
Alec laughed. It was how he'd taught Sebrahn his name, and others--by pointing. Apparently that was the only way Sebrahn was going to interpret the gesture from now on.
Seregil lifted the unresisting rhekaro in his arms and deposited him on the window seat. Then he did the same with Alec, lifting him onto their bed and stretching out beside him. "So," he drawled, sliding a hand down Alec's side, then up again, rucking up the rumpled linen nightshirt as he went. "Getting our strength back, are we?"
Alec shivered under his touch. "Yes, but it's still daylight outside, Sebrahn is staring at us, and you left the door wide open. Again."
Seregil nuzzled his neck. "I'll close the door."
Alec grabbed him before he could make good on that. "And I need a bath."
"All right. You shall have one." Seregil sighed. "We really are going to have to do something about Sebrahn, though."
"I know. Now, bath?"
"Yes, my lord. At once, my lord." Seregil laughed as he headed for the door. "But I still say we're going to have to find some way of dealing with Sebrahn, and not just because I don't want him staring at my ass when we're--"
"I know!"
"It's like having a dog around. Always underfoot."
"Don't say that!" Alec called after him, but Seregil was already headed down the stairs.
Within the hour servants brought up a small brass tub and steaming cans of hot water from the kitchen.
"Sebrahn first," Alec insisted, fully enjoying handing out a few orders after all the ones he'd been suffering.
"Let me, then," said Seregil. "You're too wobbly and you have more than enough bruises."
The rhekaro had no bodily functions, and no particular smell, but he still got grubby. This was his first real bath, but he showed no sign of fear as Seregil mixed cans of warm and cold water and poured it over him. Sebrahn just sat there while Seregil washed him with the cloth, then lathered his hair. When the bath was over and he had Sebrahn wrapped in a flannel, they both smelled nicely of rose-scented soap.
Seregil gave the rhekaro an uncommonly fond look, surprising after their earlier exchange. "I forget, sometimes, how much he resembles you. And even more so now, thanks to Thero. I suppose it's almost like seeing you at that age. Now then, your turn."
With Seregil's help, Alec sank into the warm water and rested his head on his bare knees, letting Seregil scrub his back and wash his long hair. "Don't you think I should cut some of it off?" he asked yet again as Seregil's finger caught in a tangle.
"It's up to you, tali, but I like it," Seregil told him, as always.
"Then you have to grow yours out again, since you seem to have forgotten the problems."
"I am, but I can't do it quite as fast as our little friend can." He pulled the chair