“I know that pain…the agony of losing yourself. I understand, but you can’t keep hurting yourself. Come on, let’s head inside, I’m sure the others are waiting for you.”
Reyna nods and puts her bow on her back. “Alright, let me pick up first.” she says, going to put away the targets.
“…Hey Fran?”
“Yes? Is something wrong?”
“…No.” she said. “I just wanted to thank you. For letting me vent, that is. I…I needed that.”
“Like I said, we’re always here for you, and if I stand by why while my friends are feeling bad then as far as I’m concerned I’m no better than bloodfang.”
Envarus lands, close to the forest where Will ran off to. “Well, that’s frustrating.” He mutters. He then enters the woods, coats a fist with paladin light, and punches a random tree.
Reyna finishes packing up the targets and heads inside.
“Reyna!” Clawripper calls from his location at the window. “I was wondering where you were!”
“Just training.” Reyna tells him. “But I’m done for the night.”
“Good hear! Don’t work youself silly now, ya hear? Gotta relax once in awhile after all! Come over here, I’ll buy you a drink!”
“If you insist.” she says, looking back at the door she walked in through, then going over to see him.
“You waiting for somone?” He asked, noticing her looking back. “Bartender! A milled mead and a, what’ll you have?” He added quickly.
“It’s nothing.” She says. “Just thought Fran was coming in behind me. And I’ll just have a green tea, please. Two sugars.”
“On me, barkeep.” Clawripper added, putting two coins on the table.
When the barkeep, Clawripper would speak again.
“So, how have you been?” Clawripper asked, sipping his mead.
“A lot better than I was.” She said, taking a sip of her own tea. “And you?”
Outside Fran sighs and mutters to herself
“Stupid girl why can’t you take your own advice? But I suppose I’ve nothing left to lose…”
She takes a deep breath before heading inside with as warm a smile as her stiffened face allows.
“As good as one can be after a fight like that. Though, I certainly took less damage than the rest of you”
“There she is!” Clawripper calls, “Fran! Get over here!”
“Yes? What can I do for you?” She asks
“Sit down and chew the gristle a while! I hadn’t seen ya since the fight! Si’down, grab a chair, get a drink, and just talk!”
“Oh um okay…” Fran nervously pulls up a chair and seats herself on it “What did you want to talk about?”