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Alejo walked through the corridors of the castle to the armory. It had been the last place he had seen Tristan. Not seeing him there he decided to check the medic room. It was possible the guard had injured himself. He briskly walked to his destination.

Efos sighed as Tristan set her down on the bed, throwing her head back in annoyance. "Unless You're apologizing for ignoring the order to put me down, stop saying sorry." She replied perhaps too harshly. Really, she just felt bad that he looked so ashamed, like a kicked puppy. "I told you not to hold back." She grumbled, turning away with red cheeks, a scar beneath her eye highlighted against the rouge.

Sitting up now, Efos began to push the healers hands away from her. "Really, Heva, it's okay, I'm fine." She argued, shivering at her cold finger tips. "Don't waste your energy on me. I'm sure someone else needs it." She said quietly, almost whispered it, to the healer. It wasn't common for Efos to refuse treatment, and for some reason in the presence of Tristan, she was refusing it more fervently than usual.

Alejo looked around the room and saw Efos laying in one of the beds. "What happened to her?" He had a right to know what was wrong. As the king's favorite guard he held the highest position within the Guard's hierarchy.

Rivi's in the training grounds unattended right now. Maybe Stephen could interact with her somehow.))

Looking into his eyes, Efos felt awful. Hesitantly, she leaned back into the bed again, deciding she would lie there forma week if it got that look out of his eyes. She glanced at his grip on her shoulders. It was gentle again, like when he was wrapping her hands. She wondered how someone who could do this much damage with their hands could be so gentle with them as well. Maybe he practiced that?

Turning as Alejo walked in, she wondered why there was a sudden tension in Tristan' s shoulders. "Just some rough sparring." She replied, glancing at the guard that out ranked, and quite frankly terrified, her. "Why are you here? Do you need us?"

Mirai thanked the man and then walked out of the bakery and into the street. Still nibblng on her muffin, she headed back to the castle. She entered the courtyard, breathing in the air with relish. Life was a beautiful thing.

“We were training together and she got hurt.” He said simply, focusing on keeping her held down. He wasn’t necessarily in the mood for conversation right now.

Jax looked at the girl, compassion filling his gaze. He couldn’t imagine living a life of fear that one would be taken away from their home and forced to live under a tyrant king. “What’s it like? Your life, I mean. What do you do all day?” he asked, genuinely curious, since she had to keep hidden.

Tristan looked back over his shoulder in disbelief, “Seriously? Can’t it wait?” he asked. “I’m kinda busy right now. What do you need me for?” He didn’t want to leave Efos until she was completely healed. And maybe not even then.

Hava glanced over at Alejo, unsure if she should interject. She decided against it and instead focused on healing Efos. The healer had fixed on of the ribs and had moved on to the next one. Her hands had begun to shake—healing bones took a lot out of her.  

Efos looked at Tristian in disbelief. When he ignored her orders, it was fine, as she wasn't that much of a higher rank then him, but this was the highest member in the guard. Did he have a death wish? She looked at him sternly, showing that she believed he should leave. Besides, she wasn't a child afraid of the doctor, she would be fine on her own. Even if she would rather be around Tristan.

Rork grumbled at the sunlight and sound of his friends voice. "Well, I can." He argued sleepily, pulling the cloak he was using as a blanket tighter around him. Just because James couldn't get some rest didn't mean he had to go around like a sleepless corpse as well.

Seeing that he didn't have much of an option, Tristan agreed, "Fine." Then he turned to look at Efos. "Promise me you'll cooperate with Hava?" He asked as he stood up. When he was confident she would be alright, he walked over to Alejo, his face like stone. "This better be good." He grunted.

Lola giggled at the little boy's excitement, genuinely hoping for his sake that the king would entertain at least one of Michai's wishes. They entered the courtroom, where the king was speaking with a visiting noble girl. She whispered to Michai that they should wait until the king is finished to speak to him, and they stood to the side, near the wall.

Jax's face lit up at the mention of horses. "You ride?" He asked. He loved horses. In fact he had one of his own, a pretty bay mare that doubled as a cart pulling horse. "You should meet my horse, Aliba! I bet you'd love her." He said with a smile. Then he looked at the book, which made him a little less confident. He had never learned to read. "I bet it's a wonderful book,"

Tristan's face didn't change at Alejo's threat, but he didn't talk back to him either. "Well, what was it you needed my help with?" He asked, just wanting to get to the point.

Alejo managed to regain his composure and calmly responded "I need to raise a certain Graceling to become a loyal servant to the king. I imagine he wishes to eventually have her become a member of the Guard. As it stands some of it's members are lacking." He paused to make it clear he was talking about Tristan before continuing "I have no knowledge of how to fight unarmed except while using my grace. In order to create a way of combat suitable for her I'll need your help."

I'll give bog lord a chance to reply to Zani but if I don't get a reply soonish I'll just teleport her to the queen)

Jackson wandered through the castle in search of that booty someone to talk to. He knew at some point he'd have to go greet the guest that was coming to stay, but he wanted to put that off for as long as possible, believing it would be a boring, pompous old lady or something of the sort. He sighed and headed to the courtroom, coming to the decision he should just get it over with so he'd never have to interact with the guest again.

Haha you thOUGHT JACKSON)