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"Yes I agree," Kenna said with a smile. She left the dress laid out on her bed and put the others away in her closet. "Do you have many balls here?" She asked curiously.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream," she murmured, to in depth into the beginning of the book to really pay attention to him. She then looked up as the cupboard door shut, rolling her eyes. "Hey, who said you could snoop around to get food? Do you see me eating all the food in the whole kitchen?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as her eyes narrowed at Stephen.

Alejo hadn't thought to look at her hands "Of course. You do not need my permission for such things. In here you are the final authority in such matters are you not?" He replied. Her grace had always amazed him. It was far more fitting to be called such in comparison to his own.

Efos shifted uncomfortably under his arms, her face still lacking it's usual brown tone. Though, a blush had returned to her cheeks. She definitely had a crush on him, there was no denying it now, but she was becoming more and more disheartened. She wished everyone would stop babying her; she was fine. As they exited the room, she slgently distangked herself from his supporting arms. "I'm going to change." She decided, looking up at him. Unsure, she rubber her upper arm. Why was she so bad st talking?! "I will, uhm, see you in the mess hall?"

(say that there's enough xD maybe they can have one coming up in like a week or two?)

Hava's face grew red at his answer, "Well, I suppose I am..." She said. Normally, she wouldn't have asked to see a patient, but she never knew what to expect or how to act with Alejo. He had so much power, she figured it was best to play it safe with him. She turned to Rivi. "May I see your hands sweetheart?"

Rivi offered her hands to the healer. They were slightly red, and boasted a few minor blisters, but overall, they were no where near as bad as they had been the day before. Hava put one of Rivi's hands between her own and healed the few blisters that remained. "There you are," She said with a smile. "All better."

"Are you sure you can make it to your room on your own?" He asked. The guards' quarters were quite the walk from here, and he didn't want to find out later that she had not in fact been able to make it. "I can go with you," he offered.

At the news of the upcoming ball, Kenna's face lit up. "How exciting!" She exclaimed, beaming. "The rose gold one will be just perfect!" She said. "Do you know what dress you're going to wear?" She asked, her brown eyes bright with curiosity and warmth.

"I will be wearing an lovely peacock blue dress. But until then it'll be a surprise to everyone what it looks like cause I had a seamstress make it in secret for me just for the occasion." Luna said as she smiled at Kenna's interest in the dress that she would be wearing. "I think we'll make good friends. Now let's talk about shoes!"

Stephen smiled. “Sure.” He stepped out of the way to let her reach the cupboard, watching her with interest.

Sorry it’s hella short I’m once again trying to watch a movie rip)

(Annaliese is me when I have a book I am enjoying lol.)

(I'm sorry I'm so distracted so my replies are garbage)

Efos sighed. All his offers of support were so nice, but it made her feel weak. She was a member of the guard! She should be able to walk after being completely healed. "I'm sure I'll be okay." A weak smile appeared on her face as an attempt to reassure him. Taking a step forward, Efos found she had much less strength than she thought. Stumbling, she fell to a knee, almost gasping. Was she sweating again? Lord, this was embarrassing. At least when she had lost a lot of blood a year ago she had been asleep for the rougher parts of recovery. "I might need help." She admitted, sounded the most defeated she had in a long time.

(it's all good!)

Tristan grimly agreed to let her go on her own, but as soon as she took a step, the girl collapsed on the ground. "Efos!" He exclaimed as he rushed forward to pick her up. He lifted her back into his arms. "Alright, I'm in charge now. You are in no condition to be walking. I shouldn't have even let you leave the medic room," He said with a shake of his head. Tristan began walking towards the guard's quarters. "I'll take you back to your room, but you are not to leave alright?" He said, wishing she would just listen. He knew the girl wasn't used to being told what to do, but it was necessary right now. When they finally got to her room, he pushed the door open and gently set her on the bed. "Okay, so I'm going to go grab us some food. You change or do whatever you need to do while I'm gone. Deal?"

"I see. How many days of rest does she need in order to recover?" Alejo responded. "I need to know in order to rearrange the shifts of the guard." He wondered if he should put a temporary ban on training with other members of the Guard. They were all chosen because they had great skill in using their Graces. If they ever got serious it was likely that someone could die.

(Okay I'm finally home so im not distracted anymore!)

Efos allowed herself to be carried without complaint this time. Why had healing taken so much out of her? No doubt if had taken more out of Hava. The girl rest her head against Tristan's chest, too tired to even consider what she was doing. "You know," she began, looking up at the guy she was growing feelings for, "making commands suits you. Perhaps you should be in charge all the time." She suggested with a small laugh, though one could tell her suggestion was completely serious, despite her current state. She wasn't lying, either. He was the oldest, by far the most skilled at combat, and smart yet kind enough to lead the rest if the guards. Perhaps he should petition to be in charge.

Watching him leave, Efos reached beneath her bed, which was barely more than a cot, and pulled out her small trunk of belongings. Inside were a few dresses, another pair of training clothes, and a few letter from her mother, tucked safely beneath her backup trousers. Managing to peel off the sweat drenched clothes, Efos changed into one of her older dresses, which was horribly plain, but clean and dry, which was all she could ask for. With a sigh, she brought her knees up to her chest, waiting for Tristan to return. She really, really despised being babied. But, at least she wasn't alone...perhaps she should be wounded this severely more often.

(haha yay!)

Tristan smiled at Efos's comment, "Perhaps. Although I have never been a fan of being in charge. Too much responsibility." He said. It was true. Though he had been offered many leadership positions within the king's guard, as well as the army, he had turned them all down. He may be forced to serve the king, but he would do so in the castle, where his duty--for the most part--was to protect, rather than harm. He feared that if he ever moved up the ranks, he would be forced to one day use his grace to harm innocents, something the king was known to use his gracelings for.

When he left Efos's room, he quickly made his way to the kitchens, and stashed an array of left overs in a large napkin that he folded up. Then, he grabbed a pitcher of ale and made his way back to the room. Before he entered Efos's quarters, he knocked, to make sure she was decent. When she told him he could come in, he set the food and drink down at her desk. "Hmm...it seems I forgot cups. I suppose we shall just have to drink out of the pitcher," He said with a laugh.