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[Swordstar]

"I... I know. But... I can't leave you without a way of protecting yourself any more. I mean... Uhm..."

He hadn't quite meant to say it like that but he pushed forward.

"The fighting is just going to get worse and you're at risk. You know you are and I know you don't like fighting, but we need you to stay alive. And safe. I know that this isn't the way you would have wanted things to go but... We need to finish this. You know that as well as I do. And sometimes... The path to doing the right thing is not a comfortable one. But we do what we must to make sure we can reach the end."

[Sirus]

Ursa chopped down a dead tree while Diana spoke, listening in between the *thunks* of the axe biting into the brittle trunk.

: "Eh? Princess...need Ursa around?"

: "Well, okay! Ursa trusts Princess more than any other human, so Ursa will stay with Princess! We be unstoppable!" And it was true; the big man hadn't trusted anyone this much since Balthazar. Brann was a good man as well, but he just didn't compare to the blue-haired protege.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Diana laughed quietly. She rarely had anything to laugh about these days, but Ursa's enthusiasm was... she couldn't sort out her feelings on the subject. It was... reassuring, adorable despite his physical appearance... Somehow things were always better, yet more tangled up, complicated, when he was near her. For now, she contented herself to watching him cut down an old dead oak, staying out of his way.

"...Good. I'm happy to hear you say that."

Coming from him... I almost believe we ARE unstoppable.

The princess raised her hand to brush her bangs aside, tucking a few loose hairs that were long enough behind her ear. She folded her hands behind her back and watched as he began to chop the now-fallen tree into more manageable pieces.

"You know... before you rescued my friends and me from the Exsten soldiers that had taken over my family's castle, I had surrendered to them. I spent that entire march home wishing things had been different - that we could have gotten away."

"But now... I'm glad things turned out that way. Because I wouldn't have met you otherwise."

[Xanmyral]

Being left to his work uninterrupted, after a good while of chant the mage nodded to himself and withdrew his hands, apparently finished. He took a few steps back and watched the trees expectantly, as if thinking something would happen. And strangely enough, something did. There was a silent shudder in the trees, and quietly the branches between them began to grow. Once clothes enough, they began to weave together, forming a light, if sturdy, mesh between them that formed a circular, wide shape.

Going off of a cue only he knew, the mage deftly climbed the tree with the linen of the tent, and once reaching the mesh, carefully draped it over the created dome shape, forming something akin to a small yurt in shape. Dropping down, he grabbed the edges and patted the ground as he held it on the ground, and the more observant would notice roots digging through the dirt to hold onto the linen and hold it sturdy. He repeated the process several times, until the linen was held taunt in it shape. Viewing his work from a distance, he nodded as all seemed in order, until he noticed he forgot the door. Shrugging, the man pulled out his bronze knife and merely cut a slit on one side to act as one.

Good enough. The mage patted the trees in thanks, and in response it a few of the branches poked through the top of the linen and sprouted leaves. His given task done, the mage nabbed a dead stick off the ground and set about quietly carving a second fetish for himself from a perch atop the trees.

[F.O.E.]

Anita gave a sort of awkward salute to Diana before going off to set up tents. A lot had happened in the short week since she joined the group and she still hadn't found her place with them. She hadn't talked with anyone after the boat for some reason and was basically just around to sling spells at people at this point. And she wasn't even the best at it despite spending most of her life studying magic, it was more than a little discouraging. All this went through her head as she set up the tent. At one point, while she was setting a stake, she looked up from her work and saw Enoch do his thing. Though, as amazing as it was, she wished she hadn't for that brief distraction was enough to make her miss the stake with her next swing and hit her hand instead.

"Ow ow ow!" she cried out as she shook her hand, as if doing so would magically make the pain go away.

[Powder Miner]

Jago grumbled to himself as he trudged back to camp: whether he'd been too sucked up into his own thoughts or he was just unlucky, Jago had found absolutely nothing in the way of game. It was infuriating, actually. He entered the camp just in time to witness the one mage girl mallet herself directly in the hand. ...ooh, that looked incredibly painful. Jago scratched the back of his head.
:"Shit, you okay there, uh... Anita?"

[F.O.E.]

Anita sat there looking over her hand, it was already red. She let out a sigh, that was really stupid of her. Jago's sudden appearance surprised her, it really shouldn't have though considering the scene she just made.

"A-Ah, yeah I'm fine... Jago. It's not like I'm bleeding or anything serious like that."

Part of her found it odd that she only considered serious injury to be when she was bleeding. If she was at home and this had happened, not that it ever would've, she'd probably ran to her mother and asked her to heal it.

[Powder Miner]

Jago remembered a few childhood injuries-- the dangers of being a prankster were many. Like... Falling out of trees and breaking arms. That hadn't been his finest moment... Jago walked closer to Anita and looked at her reddened hand.
:"Eh, I'd be careful with that. You can have injuries without any bleeding, like breaks and bruises and stuff. Mind if I take a look at your hand? "

[F.O.E.]

I'd be surprised if the red color wasn't a sign of a bruise...

She didn't exactly know why, but she was uncomfortable with the idea of Jago holding her hand, or she assumed that's what he'd do when he examined at leas. He was clearly only concerned about her injury, she was probably just being shy because it'd been so long since she talked with someone.

"No, it's fine. It'd be bad if it was a break or something and I didn't doing anything about it."

[Powder Miner]

Jago lightly took the unsmacked side of her hand with one of his hands and moved his other hand to her finger.
:"Alright, I'm no Ceil, so this is gonne be a bit crude, but... looks like you whacked the center of your hand there, so your fingers shouldn't be directly hit. If nothin's fucked up on the inside of your hand, moving your fingers shouldn't hurt too much, buuut if it is... Well, you'll know if you're injured."

[F.O.E.]

The first thing Anita noticed was that Jago's hands weren't as soft as she'd thought they'd be, given his ability with magic and everything. She quickly put that out of her mind as he gave her instructions, wordlessly following them. To her relief, it didn't really hurt to move her fingers.

"It doesn't feel like anything's broken."

[Powder Miner]

Jago relinquished her hand; even if his hands were rather rough, they were pretty precise.
:"Right, great! Good to have your hands, you know, unbusted."
:"Say... you're a mage and all, and the elemental kind too, not like Enoch... thunder, too! Right, well, I recently figured out the whole zappy thing, and I was wondering if you could help me out with it maybe?"

[F.O.E.]

Anita was glad wasn't one of those people who examined your hand and then forgot to let go.

"Yeah," Anita agreed, relieved. "I'd have felt really stupid if I busted my hand and needed it get it healed."

"Help?" Anita repeated. It may have been part of what the orion's bolt did, but he seemed capable of handling more advanced spells than she could.

"Help you out with what exactly?" To be completely honest, it made her kind of glad he was asking for her help, maybe she was good for more than just slinging spells.

[Powder Miner]

:"Well, hmmm... Like... I can do magic, ever since I shattered that one Orion's Bolt. I kinda feel magic and can do it, but uh. I kinda never studied it... at all... so I don't really know what I can do with it. Like... I was hoping you could tell me what magic actually does besides make huge lightning bolts? I guess I could show you something I spontaneously did during that last battle, like, try to reproduce it and see if it's a thing that works? And tell me if it's liable to backfire in the middle of battle or something."

[F.O.E.]

"Wow, that's like... the exact opposite of me. I've been studying magic ever since I cast my first bolt of lightning." She paused to stop and think about what magic was used for, other than killing people obviously. She'd taken everything she'd studied for granted and could only think of obvious things from being put on the spot so suddenly. She was relieved when he offered to demonstrate something for her to comment on.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Let' start there."