Jane bit her lip over her grin, holding up her thumb and forefinger only slightly apart. “By a little, at least.” Oh, by the gods, was she flirting? She didn’t even know how to speak, let alone flirt. Yet here they were, grinning at each other. “I must admit,” she continued jokingly, leaning conspiratorially closer to him, “It took a while to get used to not swinging from vines as a form of transportation.”
Achilles laughed again, liking their easy banter. “Just a little, so I will apologize for any lapse in manners now.” He smiled, then leaned closer as she did, blushing a little when he realized how close they were. “That would be rather difficult to pull off here in Knighton, vines. But I’m glad to see you are walking normally right now, it would have been much harder to meet you swinging from a vine.”
Jane’s lips turned up as she laughed. “Well, I’m glad we can agree on that!”
Her eyebrows raised slowly, her lips parting in an o before smiling. “I’ll have you know that I didn’t at all notice. Granted,” she added, shrugging and smirking a little, “many of my conversations have been held with gorillas.” Jane grinned, a wide smile that showed a lot of her teeth, something she’d always been self-conscious about. "So perhaps I’m not the best to judge."
Achilles laughed,adding “I’m sure my communication skills are slightly better than a gorilla’s but not by much!!!!!” He grinned back at her, loving how bright her smile was. Jane was a very beautiful woman, and he was finding that he was attracted to her. However, Achilles just blushed a little at the realization and continued talking. “I think your quiet the good judge, as despite living with monkeys for so long you are quite normal!”
Adam had to think for a moment at Hiccups question. “About twenty or so servants.” Honestly he had a hard time recalling it seemed they circulated every now and then. “And yes they are, more or less.” Some a little too easy-going for his liking. “BUt Achilles do inform HIccup that you have seen things far more warrent of fear in these woods than this dragon.” Hopefully someone else saying such things would help him understand.
Hiccup just nodded at the answer, thinking that at least it was too low of a number to completely kill his dragon. He did have his fire, so it would be alright if they decided not to like him. Before he could say anything else to Adam however, the man made a command of his servant and he looked at the man in question.
Achilles was enjoying the cuddly dragon, the creature just so excited to have someone else to interact with that the gardener was completely surrounded by scales and wings that he could barely see Adam or Hiccup. A gentle laugh escaped the serious servant, who immediately grew solemn again when his master mad his request. “Definitely seen more terrifying things than Toothless. You’ve lived in the dark forest, so I’m sure you’ve encountered a few of them. The dragon doesn’t seem to have ill intentions, so I don’t believe there’s anything to be frightened of.”
"To be honest, it’s something I’ve come to expect entirely." Jane shrugged, and shook her head. “I mean, really, it’s not very becoming of a young lady to want to play in the dirt and watch wolves all day." She gave a little laugh.
Jane tilted her head at his confession, an eyebrow raised playfully. “Well, why so anxious?”
"I don’t see why that is though. Well, the wolves part I understand people questioning, but playing in the dirt is normal for everyone! Yet again…I’m a bit biased." Achilles smiled at her sweet laugh, then rubbed the back of his head at her question "Cautious because I was the oldest son in my family, and then anxious simply because, well…I’m not usually a people person. This is one of the longest conversations I’ve had in awhile."
Jane’s smile spread slowly across her face. “Right then,” she said, “Achilles.” When his face lit up with his grin, she admired the way his lips curved upward.
She let out a little sigh, but one familiar to her now. This type of repeated warning followed her everywhere, greeted her each time she told someone new of her field of work. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve heard that, Achilles.” She shrugged, her hair bouncing off her shoulders with the movement. “It’s one of those these you have to see to believe, I reckon.”
Achilles continued to smile happily at the young woman, mainly just delighted that he hadn’t said something horribly uncomfortable. Yet within a few short minutes she seemed to be slightly exhasperated, and it only took a few moments for him to understand why. Of course she’d heard this all before! He was being overly cautious with a young woman he’d just met, and it made him huff at himself. “I didn’t mean to doubt you…I just…I’m always cautious. Quiet and cautious is how I live, so I tend to try and be the same way with other people, which can be quite irritating I’m certain, so..I apologize for being so anxious.”
Adam took the water eagerly, swishing his first mouthful around before spitting it out into the chamber pot as well. Despite drinking the rest down the awful after taste still lingering and a new burn apperaring in his throat. Though he still did not want it Adam took the tea, anything was better than the taste in his mouth. Quickly he drank it but shuddered with each sip. It seemed to him that each sip was worse than the last. Once it was gone he shoved the cup to the gardener before coughing into his hand agian. “It is still horrible.”
Achilles watched him sternly as he rinsed out his mouth with water, only relaxing once Adam had finished the cup of tea. Yes, it tasted horrible, but it would help him, and Achilles was happy the man had finally finished it. “Yes, but it’ll help you get better.” He smiled, then retrieved the man a new cup of tea that was the usual type this time. “i just want you to get better Master.”
Adam stared sliently at achilles, now wheather or not what he said reached Adam was a different discussion entirely. Something felt wrong in his stomach and his mind, what little of it there was, focused on that. How it bubbled the, feeling at the back of his soar throat, adam knew the signs he just did not want to believe, did not want to believe….Quickly as he could Adam turned to the side of his bed and vomitted into the chamber pot.
Achilles glared at the sick Adam, irritated with his childishness. He was completely willing to force the stuff down his throat, and the fact that he’d just vomitted only cemented that in further. He rose and got a glass of water, offering that to the sick master while keeping a hand on the tea cup. “Alright, here’s some water to wash out your mouth, and now your definitely drinking this tea. Your not gonna like it if I have to force it down your throat.”
"I’m fine." he said growing more and more discontent with the gardeners words. “I won’t drink it the sugar never helps." turning away in a huff. Adam recalled the smell well and how it tasted. Mrs. Potts always said if it tasted bad it was good for you but that didn’t make him want to take it. Stubbornly he turned his body away from Achilles.
"No, your not!" Achilles glared at the man, definitely not okay with his antics. "Seriously, your acting like a child, and over something simple as drinking a small cup of tea!!! Do you not care for yourself at all?! Are you slightly suicidal?! You could die if your fever doesn’t die down! Just drink the tea.” In that moment, the gardener didn’t care if he angered the master, or even got fired for ordering him to do something. He just wanted to take care of him, and it was angering that he didn’t worry about himself.