Blue Skies and Green Willows 5Murtagh's POV
2 Hours Later
"She can't stay here." Eragon glared at me from the doorway.
"Yes. She can." I didn't face him, instead focusing on the fairth I was making.
"No. She can't. As King I order it."
"Don't be a pompous dickhead," I muttered, turning to face him. "She's fine. She just needs our help."
"She's mentally unstable and quite a powerful magician!" Eragon's voice was unusually angry.
"She needs help! And she's NOT mentally unstable!" I stood up, feeling my temper flare with an echo. Thorn was on my side.
"She's freaking crazy! Ask Caelum! He can feel her mind, remember?"
"If you'd bother to take down your freaking shields for a second protecting your dumbass fortress mind, maybe you'd see the truth!"
/STOP IT!/ We both winced at the dragon's yell. /You are kin! Stop arguing!/
/Murtagh is right. Skye needs our help. And we will offer it to her./
I watched Eragon's face darken as he mentally argued with Saphira. Finally, he turned and left, muttering under his b