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Started April 04, 2018 by Deleted user

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Zack raised his eyebrow, “What? Do I look weird or soemthing?”

Hayden turned her attention back to Becca’s wounds. “Let’s go with that.”

"No, sorry," She glanced away, cursing herself for staring. "You look fine."

Becca smiled. "I will get my revenge Zack. Just you wait."

“She finished up with the bandages. “Don’t really know what i can do about the bones, sorry.”

“Oh dear.” Zack said, his smiling instantly gone.
“So? Who are all these people?”

"They saved me from the Inquisition."

“Oh. Okay. I thought they were taking you hostage or soemthing.” Zack joked.

"Haha very funny Zack." She winced. "I could do without the broken collarbone though."

Zack sighed, “You always get hurt.”

"It's not my fault!" She exclaimed. "And besides, you do some pretty stupid things yourself."

“Like?” Zack asked, raising an eyebrow. He walked around the room.

Thatcher made his way back over to the group, eyeing the new arrival warily. He crossed his arms across his chest his foot tapping on the ground.

//lmao

"We'll probably have to go into town and find a doctor tomorrow," Riann said, slumping into the couch next to Becca. Turning the sky completely black and creating the shadows had taken all her energy away. "Then we'll do something from there."

“Get some rest, Riann,” Hayden said, standing up.

Riann shook her head, but her hands rubbed her eyes tiredly. "We need to get out of here soon. . ." She yawned.

(Should the Inquisition find them again? Then they'll be forced to go somehwere else)

“We can’t go anywhere if you’re sleeping on your feet,” She teased. “Sleep. I’lol wake you in an hour.”

She nodded and leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes. The white strand in her dark hair stood out as the sun slipped through one of the windows in the room.

Becca nodded. "We'll have to leave here soon. But for now, sleep." Then she curled up on the ground against Beni and fell asleep.

Thatcher stepped toward the edge of the room, leaning his back against the wall. He felt to anxious to sleep at the moment, so he decided to just stay up. He sat with his legs crossed and took off his gloves, setting them on his lap. His hands were calloused looking and rough, a serface side effect of his abilities. He felt the callouses on his palms, frowning.