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(( that works for me lmao. Anyway I'm gonna change alex over to being uhhhh 16 or possibly 15 ))

(Luna is not gonna be happy XD. but she will just have to deal.)

Frey started going through a plan in his head how he'd sell the bracelet. Any serious jeweler would instantly know he stole it if he didn't find a way to dress like he wasn't a homeless thief, or if he found someone else to do it for him, for a moment remembering Annaliese. He also wouldn't sell the bracelet all in one place lest it be recognized. With the broken chain he could just take the non-cracked glass beads and put them on a different bracelet, he could sell each gemstone on their own, and then finally the chain on it's own as well to someone who could have it fixed before selling it again. All this thinking he hadn't notice where he was wandering.

Sorry I haven't been on. A family member is moving so I've been dealing with that all day. I'll jump in with my new character. Does anyone have someone open?))

(I was thinking he would get in trouble with the guards sooner or later and found out to be a graceling.)

As Efos spoke, the memories came flooding back, painful and nightmarish. He shuddered, then looked at her in confusion. "A traitor? What did he do? Where is he now?" He asked. Tristan remembered the fight, but he had blacked out after Alejo had carved into his face and crushed his bones. 

Hava looked up when she heard Tristan and Efos's voices. She wanted to check up on his and his progress, but she didn't want to interrupt. He needed to know what happened. 

Efos rubbed her arm awkwardly, looking away. "That's a tricky question." She laughed, though it sounded free of humor."He disappeared in thin air? I don't know, it was all too 'fantasy' for me." This was a weird situation; Efos didn't like it at all. She wasn't sure what he remembered, but she could recall every little detail of last night. Talking to him was hard, almost forced, and she felt uncomfortable now, rather than the safe feeling she used to get around him.

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "Disappeared into thin air?" He asked, trying to fathom how that was possible. The thought hurt his brain, so he shook it off. Sensing that Efos seemed upset, he put his hand over hers in a protective manor. "Well, I'm glad you're alright at least." He looked at her more closely, "You are alright, aren't you?"

Vetiver was at his desk in the medic room, replenishing some of his supplies. He had a row of tiny terra-cotta planters, and one by one he helped each seedling sprout its way through the soil. Once done with that, he sprinkled water on each one and got up, his gaze landing on Hava. After yesterday, he thought it might be good to see how she was doing. Vetiver himself felt much better now that Tristan was conscious and speaking.

Hava quietly listened to their conversation as she wrote in her journal. Suddenly, her stomach growled, causing her to stop for a moment. She hadnt eaten since last night’s feast. Perhaps she some breakfast would do her some good. She stood and gently interrupted. “I think I may go to the kitchens. Would anyone like anything?”

Concern and pain flooded Tristan’s eyes. He couldn’t remember exactly what he had said, but he knew it was something about he and Efos. He sat up, gritting his teeth because of the pain but ignoring it because he wanted to look at her. “Last night...I remember having an amazing time with you. Then suddenly you ran off. I thought you were rejecting me,” he explained. Then paused, realizing that still could be why she had run off. “Anyways, I sent Zani after you because I couldn’t leave my post, and then Alejo came up to me making all sorts of accusations and assumptions. I think he was purposefully trying to mess with me. All of the sudden, Zani comes back, and instead of telling me why you were upset, she slapped me. At that point, I was so upset...I don’t even remember what I said. But it couldn’t have been good. Whatever you heard, Eros, I promise, I didn’t mean it.” He said saidly, his voice hoarse and broken sounding.

Stephen ran a hand through his hair. "I'd offer to come with you but I guess you'd rather be alone." He turned back to gazing out at the city, folding his arms again and leaning against the wall.

Jackson kissed the top of her head, holding her gently. "I'll stay with you. Whatever you need." He rubbed her back and rested his chin on her head, closing his eyes.

Awwwww)

"I'm alright. Last night, I was anxious, so I didn't sleep well." He smiled sheepishly, appreciative of the concern. "I wanted to be awake in case something happened. So I stayed awake and made a few remedies to keep myself busy. How are you holding up?" Hava had done a lot of healing yesterday, Vetiver wanted to make sure she was doing alright.

"Oh, well thank you for staying up," She said with a grateful look in her eyes. She had been so tired last night she couldn't stay awake. "Hopefully you can get some rest today," Hava added. Then she shrugged, "I'm alright. Just a bit tired. I'm concerned for Tristan and Efos though," She whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one could hear. "I think they had a bit of a fight last night. It pains me to see them unhappy."