A/N: I know, another short one. But I figured with all you guys being so addicted or whatever phrase you would like to use, I could update again. I was going to make this one longer, but I'm salivating over the idea of writing the next chapter. It's been budding in my brain, I just don't know if I can write it, yet. Should I?
Beka had retrieved the cup and was now trying to find fault with the braid on her head. Stupid cove, knowing how to braid like that, she thought, unable to find a single mistake. Probably had ten little sisters. Aniki opened the door and Beka whirled around, ready to throw the cup again. When she saw that it was Aniki, she calmed and sat on the edge of her bed, pouting. "Stupid cove." She muttered.
"Who's a stupid cove?" Phelan said, as he ducked his head in. This time, Beka did throw the cup, hitting Phelan directly between the eyes. He rubbed at it as he walked in and tossed the cup back to her, sneezing once in the process. "Rosto." He sat on her floor and looked at her with interested eyes. A lazy grin sat on his lips, making him seem younger and happier than he had in a while.
Beka scowled at him. "What are you smiling about?" She crossed her arms as best she could and glared. He looked over to Aniki then chuckled a little.
"I have two beautiful girls in a room with me, why wouldn't I smile?" The cup hit him on the cheekbone this time. There was going to be a bruise, Beka could tell by the sound it made. When he was done rubbing, his face was red from repressed laughter and he was holding the cup. "I'm going to hold onto this for a while, alright? I'll throw it at Rosto for you."
Beka stood up and walked to him. As she was yanking the cup out of his hand, she turned her icy eyes to him. "If you throw it, he might think that I'm not mad at him." She sat back down, the cup firmly in her hand. "I have to do it. And I'm aiming for a tender place."
"Why don't you go get some food?" Aniki said, looking at Phelan pointedly. "I'm sure that Beka is hungry after all that healing." When Phelan left, she sat next to Beka.
"I already ate." Aniki nodded, not seeming to care. "I'm not hungry, honest." Beka said, looking at her quizzically.
"Well, I had to get him out of the room somehow, unless you want to strip in front of him?" At Beka's red face, Aniki giggled in a distinctly un-Aniki way. "I thought so." With that, Aniki helped her out of her nightgown and inspected the scars. "You'll need to use some balm that Kora made, to keep the scars tender and flexible. But you seem to be doing fine. But you still have two days until you are back on duty." Aniki looked at her, her eyes intense. "I don't want you hurting yourself anymore, you aren't allowed to give us a scare like that again."
Before Beka could tell her that she hadn't planned on getting hurt in the first place, her cheek was pressed against Aniki's shoulder. After a moment of hesitation, Beka hugged her back, not wanting to fight the feeling of acceptance and friendship enveloping her.
The nightgown slipped back over her body as Phelan backed into the room, a tray leaden with cheeses and fruits in his arms. After he and Aniki had eaten, Beka only nibbling, Aniki forced her into her bed. "I don't need to sleep --anymore." The sentence was broken by her fourth yawn. Aniki and Phelan just left the room, closing the door behind them.
