When we reached their house again, it was all I could do to keep myself on my feet. I shouldn't have fought so many of them at once; my limbs, which had ached from the journey to Krynn, hurt all the more now. I was nearly stumbling through the door. Raistlin caught at my arm, and I was able to straighten myself. Stepping into their kitchen, I collapsed into a chair, and held my head in one hand. My eyes were shutting of their own accord when I noticed the twins. Snapping my head up, I looked at them wearily. They were staring at me strangely. I was still too tired to realize that what they had seen could give me away for what I was.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Raistlin shook his head slightly, but continued to watch me curiously. Caramon started to question me.

"Where'd you learn how to do that?" He asked in wonderment.

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"You held all of them off; there were at least five of them. And when you kicked that last guy; how'd you know how to do that?"

It's Tang Soo-" I cut myself off. Finally, my brain started working again.

"What was that?" Raistlin asked sharply. His gaze was piercing. I looked him straight in the eye; it was a hard thing to do, though. I felt as if he saw through my skin, and right into my very soul. It made me feel as if no lie I told would be good enough. Which was unnerving in it's own right; I was always a good liar.

"Nothing," I told him. "I just…picked it up. There were a couple…incidents…that convinced me to learn. I watched other people brawl, and did what I saw."

"But you were not "brawling." Raistlin said. "That was…elegant. Nothing like tavern brawling." He fixed me with his stare again, and I felt something give way. I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came. After a moment, I shut my mouth, and smirked. He was good. He was about to ask me to explain myself, when I yawned. Caramon glanced at his twin.

"Aw, c'mon, Raist! She's tired; why don't you ask her tomorrow? Or, you could just drop it…I mean, she was good; she fought them all off; isn't that something to praise, rather then something to study?" Raistlin's mouth opened slightly; he didn't seem quite aware that his twin could think. Blinking, he turned to me. There was a strange look in his eye, one I couldn't interpret. Shuffling, I got to my feet.

"If you don't mind, could you show me to my room? I'm really tired, and I'd like to go to sleep." Raistlin just stared at me for a moment, then nodded and out a hand on my elbow, guiding me to a room. Caramon was left in the kitchen. Once we were in the room, he closed the door part way. Turning to me, he pointed out the bed, told me where the latrine was, and asked if I needed sleeping things. At the last question, I smiled secretly.

"No, that's all right. I sleep bare." Raistlin's response was to lift an eyebrow. I smiled and shook my head. Then, acting on impulse, I closed the distance between us in two quick strides, and kissed his cheek. I stepped back, surprised by my own actions. Raistlin himself looked stunned, but gained his composure quickly. Biting the inside of my lip, I tried to smile. I opened my mouth to tell him; to tell him about all the times I had thought about him, all the times I had dreamed of a moment like this; but I couldn't. Not yet. Not now. All there was to do now was to give him a hint. Let him know that someone cared. I wanted to yell out, 'I love you!' and fling my arms around his neck, and be content to just hold him. Instead, I stood where I was.

"Thank you," I told him quietly. "Thank you so much." I paused, wondering if I dared it. I did. "Raist." It happened so fast; I remember seeing his eyes flash, and then his hand was at my throat, squeezing slightly. I raised an eyebrow.

"Never call me that," he said vehemently. "No one but my bumbling fool of a twin can ever call me that." I was hurt; never had I wanted this to happen. Eyes downcast, I nodded.

"As you wish." I told him quietly. I said nothing else; if I had wished, I could have gotten out of his hold, despite the feeling of strength in his hand. I didn't move an inch, waiting for him to remove his hand. When he withdrew it, I stepped back slightly. He turned on his heel and left, closing the door. I sat down on the bed, holding my head in my hands. The last thing I had ever wanted to do was upset him. At least it was before his Test; I'd hate to think what he would have done to me if he had taken it all ready.

Sighing, I undressed and crawled under the covers; I really was tired. Soon I felt the sweet wave of oblivion cover me, and I slept.