"Your an idiot." I tell him matter-of-factly as i clean his wound. I was his slave girl, i had been for nearly three years. But over the years we had grown close and we became best friends. I still took care of things yes, but i did it more happily now. He had just gotten into a fight at the tavern and i had brought him home, his sword hanging around my waist. "Yeah, yeah i know." He replied, his words slightly slurred, with a hint of drunkenness.