Patience: Page 4

"Hey Lucas, how's it going?"

Samara was lounging on my bed, reading a book.

"Good, actually. But I assume you're here to fix that?"

"You know, they say you shouldn't assume things."

"Then call it an educated guess."

"Well, unfortunately, you're right."

I sat next to her, running my hands through my hair. In the almost 4 months I'd been here, my hair had grown considerably. Yet, despite not shaving, my face was still as hairless as the rest of your body.

"You never thanked me for that, by the way."

"Maybe I want some facial hair."

"Nah. Wouldn't look good on you."

"You're probably right."

"I always am."

"So, what plans do you have to un-normalize my day?"

"Are you cool with me possessing your body to investigate an endless void full of bitter dead monsters and dragons while you sleep? I'd also like to mention that I am your patron and I did give you magical powers."

"So I can let you use my body like a mech suit while I sleep or go back to being powerless?"

"Nah, I'm not that petty."

"Well, what exactly are your plans with my body?"

"Just gonna look for someone in the Everdark."

"Yeah, that's totally not ominous."

"Look, I get that I'm asking for a lot here. But you won't be in any danger, I swear it. You would wake up in the morning, completely unharmed. But I realize the stakes. If you say no, I won't cut you off because of it. The choice is yours."

I ran my fingers over Samara's brand, which was then located on my left shoulder.

"You've certainly given me a decision to make."

"I know. Just remember that the decision is still yours. But keep in mind, there's a lot going on that you don't know."

"Let me think about it. You'll have my decision by the time I go to sleep."

She kissed me on the cheek briefly before dissolving into smoke.