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"Well, no. You fed me, you bathed me once, I was able to sleep, I rode your horse. I guess war prizes are usually killed off the spot, but somehow you managed NOT to directly injure me badly," Alexander trailed off. He did speak anymore after that.

Tar nodded. "I suppose it's a little odd. Taking better care of you than most would. Though just think if you weren't around. I wouldn't have an outlet and I would just be angry all the time..." He felt a little bad, but what could he do.

"That's fine. I never hated you and come to think I didn't know I was helping you at the times, but what could you have done?" Alexander gave a smile. "I guess, I will always be here for you if you need someone to help you get rid of frustration.

Tar nodded. "I feel a bit bad for the past month. Forgetting you also had feelings too." He sighed, still feeling ashamed of himself. But it was all he was taught growing up without a real family.

"You were taught that way, I am sure if you weren't you'd be a little nicer, Tar, sir," he said, "I am fine, so there is no reason to apologize about anyway thing done in the past."

"mhm. I probably grew up in the same way you've had to. The streets. But the people I was with were always fight or flight." He didn't know how the boy grew up if he was on the streets or not, but that was where he'd found him. "were you a street kid?"

"Well, yes, I was. I wasn't one of those rowdy ones, but one of those street boys that never got any attention and was looked down upon by most people. I did have a thing with one, girl, but she found out that I was on the streets and I never saw her again. After that I was sure my life would always be like this, having no one to care but, I like to think that you cared in some way and took notice to me. I guess that is why I didn't run away. Running away will promise me a lonely life."

Tar stroked the boy, hugging him closer. "that doesn't sound very fun. I respect that though." He would try and be kinder even though he had never known kindness except when the boy was around. Before then he had to fight to survive.

"R-really? Respect is such a strong word, sir. I have never had anyone who respected me before, but thank you." Alexander said. His eyes got a little teary.

"I'll try to be better. Sorry I was such a Jerk, even if you say that." Tar looked away, ashamed with himself still and there was no reasoning with that. He wanted to get up but was told to stay in bed. He was bored and couldn't do anything to fix it.

"No, it's fine," Alexander said. He placed his hand on Tar's face and turned it towards him, "It's fine, sir." He gave a little smile and hopped from the bed. He had to use the rest room. He slowly limped to the bath room. He remembered using the little wooden box that people used to sit on and do their business, but he didn't think it would be so glamorous in the hotel. The poop box was a shiny wood, at home the boxes were so splintery and raggedy.

"careful in there. Don't rip open anything. What's in there anyway. Any tubs?" Tar wondered, asking him from the bed. He wondered if those wooden tubs were in the room or a brass one maybe. If anything that is. Maybe when they were healed enough they could have a bath and get clean again. They were a little clean at the wound sites but around them probably had blood and sweat still from the initial attack.

"Um, there is a very large square tub in here. It's brass," Alexander shouted out, "and don't worry about me, I am nearly done." He finished his business, took a scoop of the smelling salt that was supposed to be dropped in the box after someone has done something in there. He walked out carefully not trying to bump into anything. He hopped back in bed.

"Ah that's good. More bathing is good. But not until these wounds heal up a lot more. Stitching is not supposed to get wet. I worry because I don't know who got attacked worse out of us." Tar said honestly. He had the only one big wound, he didn't really know if the boy had more little ones or serious ones or not.

"Yeah, I guess so. I have never had stitches before or never had any type of cuts before," Alexander said. He sat up a bit. He had placed his hand over his stomach as lightly as possible and found a good position where it wouldn't hurt. His stomach growled just a little bit.

Tar heard the stomach go. "hungry still? I dunno if you should eat anymore. I don't want you fat." He gave a serious face before screwing it up by laughing. "nah. I'm a little hungry too. Liquid doesn't leave be full for long. I think that might be all we're allowed right now but I'm not sure." He called the guard to ask what they were allowed as far as food was concerned.