The Chef of BreezehomeSkyrim WG drabble:More Like This
Lady Dovahkiin burst forth from the ruins of Ustengrav with Lydia close behind; they were both panting heavily, their faces and armor covered in soot, dust and sweat, as well as a little blood. The two of them immediately slumped down using a nearby pillar for support, still struggling to catch a breath. Their swords and shields were carelessly thrown out of their hands just to lighten the load. Dovahkiin was the one to speak first, and she wasn't happy. Not in the slightest.
"What...what was that, Lydia?" She shouted at her housecarl.
"I'm sorry...my Thane...I...I was just...trying to do my duty...I am sworn to carry your burdens, after all," Lydia squeaked out in the tiniest of voices. She was so embarrassed, mortified even. She had made so many mistakes during their trek into the dungeon, it forced the two of them to abandon plans and escape. She had triggered every trap, she had gotten in the way of the Dovahkiin's attacks, and she had dropped many items her Than