"Blossom!"

"Hey, Blossom!"

"Over here!" It's a steady rush of calls for me to bring them their alcohol. I swear I'm constantly darting back and forth, trying to keep up with the requests. Trixie is doing her best to help, but it's hard when there are around thirty gladiators to serve. I really don't understand why they are celebrating this time. Sett already voiced his displeasure at not being paid, though Deviago… I have never seen him actually pay Sett. It's a little concerning, since everything I've heard about Sett has been that he's never lost a fight…

"Blossom!" Deviago calls from the head of the table. The women around his chair are starting to look a little tired. Still, I walk over and fill up his cup with alcohol. He grabs my arm to pull me onto his lap. I hate to admit it, but I've grown tolerate of his overtouching. Thankfully he isn't trying to grab me inappropriately as he did before. How he is managing to not be affected by the alcohol is beyond me. "We're going to have some very important guests coming in soon. Will you be helping to entertain us?"

"Entertain, sir?" I ask. Most girls here, they would be slapped around for asking. Not sure if it's because he thinks that I'm still new here, or because I willingly came here, but he just chuckles before patting my cheek gently.

"Well, what I mean by entertain is that you'll help serve the drinks, won't you?" Deviago clarifies. I can almost feel the envy of the other women around for the kind treatment I'm getting.

"O-o-of course!" I chirp a little bit. Does this mean he trusts me?

"What a sweet little flower you are. I invited some rather important guests to an upcoming match. Settrigh will be fighting in the ring with one of my very best, Atlas. He's almost as big as Goliath, but Atlas is my fastest and strongest man. Perhaps he will finally get that upstart to learn to mind his manners." Deviago stands up while draining his glass. The women around him immediately sag. One of them passes out. Quietly, the men that serve him slink into the room. They pick her up. Trixie slides into place after the woman is removed.

"I-i-is she alright?" I stammer, concerned.

"Oh, she did her job. That's all set, Blossom. You can leave. I'll have someone come and fetch you when I need you." Deviago waves me off. I drop my head into a bow. I hear what he's saying. Go back to my assigned room and wait for further instructions. "Oh, and Blossom, if you don't mind, perhaps something that reveals your stomach for this encounter would be grand."

I try to have a wide smile, but I hate this. For perhaps the first time ever, I wish Starshadow was here to manage how I look. Maybe then I won't look like a total idiot while feeling comfortable and fulfilling his request.

"I-I-I'll do my best!" I try to be cheerful. Deviago snorts.

"I forgot that you are a simple farmer girl, is that right? Trixie, someone else can take your place, you can help." He waves my only friend here off. Even more glares from the women are pointed at us as we make a quick escape.

I still haven't figured out where the vulkodalks are being kept, or where the healers are. After a whole week of being Deviago's perfect pet, and still nothing. It's a little frustrating to say the least. Still, I have learned his favorites. Trixie had been at his side for a year now. She's one of the original people that served under him, so she knows his behaviour best. She taught me how to look for an incoming meltdown. She also shielded me from some of his worse tantrums and kept me from having to… perform less savory acts. She's kept me safe from people who would attempt to get my body. At least I won't have to use my magic. I refuse to let anyone touch me like that… well… maybe someday… When I'm married… but I might never be because I don't age… I'll figure that out later. Right now, I have to help the healers of Navori… As soon as I find them...

"Well, let's get some skin showing." Trixie yanks me into a room full of clothes, kinda similar to the room that I was first introduced to. She breezes by the longer fitting clothes to the back. She pulls out a top and bottom that I instantly dislike.

"No way. That… That is so sheer!" I squeak and blush bright red. If I'm not careful, I'm going to glow.

"What? It'll suit you!" Trixie smiles widely. I groan and look at the set. It's a soft red color with golden accents. The only thing that isn't sheer is the bra and underwear. There is a skirt, and there is a cloth that would cover my arms, but it's really… there's really not that much there.

"No. No, no, no. I'm a simple farmer girl that does NOT dress that… that…" I struggle to find the right word that wouldn't insult Trixie.

"Slutty. Sorry, but when the boss says he wants you to perform, that usually means you have to dress a little… provocative. Just be glad I found something that you could wear that would cover what you want while also matching what Deviago wants. Just put it on!" Trixie yanks me to a small closet, tossing the outfit in and shutting it on me.

"Let me out!" I bang on the door.

"Blossom, you gotta listen to me. If you don't, he's going to hurt me. He's tired of you wearing the same similar outfits that cover things he wants. Please, Blossom..." Trixie pleads through the door. She sounds extremely nervous now. I gulp. It's only been a week and he's threatening her to get to me. And it's going to work.

"He's going to expect me to take off the sheer material too, isn't he?" I mutter through the door, feeling a little resigned. I can at least be comforted by the fact that they aren't going to look directly on my skin. My illusions are just showing them a somewhat former version of myself. It's more like a new person than anything. As long as I think that, I should be ok.

"Eventually. For now, while you are still somewhat new here, he'll be lenient. Just, change quickly. Someone will come for you. You can take your time. You can leave your makeup the way it is." Trixie's heels click away. I sigh and resign myself to wearing the stuff… though maybe… No, I'm not good with fabrics. I don't know how to make the material the way it should be. Dammit, Starshadow would be extremely useful about now. Damn you, Zoe.

I quickly shed the protection of a halter and skirt and yank on the two-piece. Ugh, it just barely covers everything I need. This… This is humiliating. I better find where all the vulkodalks are being kept and where the healers are before I'm forced to wear much less than I ever want to do. My chest is closing up. I can't breath. Another panic attack. Maybe this time, Daamien and Aurora will listen. I close my eyes, needing to talk with them.

"Why can't we just run again?" Daamien growls lowly under his breath. They really, really did not like that I did not consult them before. Aurora hasn't spoken to me for a week. It hurts, but I deserve it.

"Because people are in trouble, and this is the only way I can think of that I can help! I can't help when I'm hidden away!" I protest again.

"Helping people should not involve you risking becoming a slave!" Daamien's skin erupts even brighter. I wince at that.

"I know, Daamien. I know. But I can't just sit and do nothing. Even if I'm still being sneaky, I've learned that he owns the vulkodalks, that he has been gathering healers, and… I think that he's got others here, too. Please, Daamien, Aurora, I already know that I'm in over my head. And when Starshadow gets back, I swear I'll never do anything stupid without getting Starshadow's permission and if you are ok with it, but right now… I could use a little bit of comfort. Please, I just need to hear that I can get through this. That's all I need." My tears flow down my face. It's silent for a moment. I sigh, knowing that neither of them are going to do as I ask. I've done far too much to deserve their compassion. I'll beg on my knees if it would mean they'll talk with me again. "I'll… be doing my own thing in the real world then…"

You are strong enough, Leilah. Just know that we will not be assisting you in this. You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out. Aurora's voice is very clipped, but it makes my heart sing. Daamien nods his assent before waving me away.

"This adventure is punishment enough. Once we're done here, we can resume lessons. Deal?" Daamien pulls me into a hug. A sob pulls from my throat, but at least they don't hate me.

"Deal."

The tears are still there when I wake up. A quick wipe and an application of magic and I still look the same. With that, I'm ready for whatever the world is going to bring me. When I step out, I'm alone in the room. I scour for shoes to wear. Mostly it's just bras, underwear, and scarves. I wish I could wear one. I do try one, but it just doesn't feel right. It's too soft, too scratchy, too cold… Yone had better keep my scarf safe. I sigh but make myself ignore the scarves, continuing my search. Not even four steps later, there's a huge cabinet of shoes. Most are heels, though I manage to find a pair of silver flats. The strings that tie the flats are long and annoying to knot. Starshadow could… That's it! I remember the shoes that Starshadow made me wear in Ixtal. The straps, they must work like that. I slip my feet in and wrap the lace up my calves. It's long enough to reach up to my knees, crossing over the ribbons over and over again. I tie it up the best I can when the door bangs open. I yelp and shoot to my feet. Trixie is standing in the doorway, panting.

"What? No, not those shoes!" Trixie speeds past me and hands me a pair of black, lacy heels. I blanch at the sight of them, though Trixie is already untying my shoes and jamming on the shoes. I wince as it's too small before my magic adjusts it slightly. "Come on! They came early!"

"The guests?" I try to keep up with her as she yanks me out. The sheer material flows out of the way with the breeze. She's panting, just trying to get me to where I need to be. We turn around a corner and bump into a pair of men. I instantly recognize the calloused hands that catch me. I look up to see a pair of familiar brown eyes.

"Are you alright?" Yasuo asks, helping Trixie stay on her feet. I can see her pale from the realization that we bumped into Deviago's guests. I'm also a little bit nervous, but at least I might be able to share something with them. They'll have to accept my help now that they are here. I'm about to open my mouth and hug Yone tightly when Deviago clears his throat. Trixie and I immediately bow our heads and back away, moving to flank the man. In retrospect, it's probably for the best that Deviago came in then. I wouldn't want Trixie to be forced to keep my secret.

"Do not mind them. They were just a few servants I had arranged for our meeting." Deviago waves his hand. We both bend at the waist.

"Apologies." We chime together. When I stand up and look at Yone again, his eyes are narrowed right on me… Does he know?

"Come. Come!" Deviago gestures for us to flank them. We do so, keeping our heads down. I can sense that Yone is trying to look behind him to peer at me a little bit closer, but he's trying to avoid drawing attention.

"You asked to see us?" Yone asks. Yasuo stays quiet while following his brother. Carefully making sure that no one, not even Trixie, is paying attention, I look up. My scarf… he's not wearing it around his neck… where is it? A soft sparkling around his waist catches my eye. He wrapped my scarf around his waist?.. Well, it does match him… Wait a minute, it's glowing. I subtly yet effectively switch sides with Trixie. The glowing effect on the scarf dims so it isn't as noticeable, but it's still there… And I'm going to have to entertain them and Deviago… Please don't ask me to do anything too much. I really don't want to do anything that involves performing.

"Ah, yes, I did. I do hope that you will enjoy the company. Trixie, the one in black, is my personal servant. Blossom is the other. She recently came into my possession a week ago. She has the oddest eyes. My men love it when she looks at them, isn't that right, Blossom?" Deviago calls out to me. I can hear the demand in his voice.

"Yes, sir." I reply dutifully.

"Why don't you show them?" The order is clear. I look right up to Yone and Yasuo, not breaking eye contact. Both of them peer into my face before nodding. Neither of them show any signs of recognition. That alone makes me want to sag in relief. If they can't recognize me, then there's no way Deviago would be able to.

"Interesting colors, Deviago." Yone notes. If I didn't know him as well as I do, I would never have been able to tell that he's uneasy about this situation. My scarf still tied around his waist glows softly. I flick my fingers behind my back, feeling magic settle around us all. No one will see that my scarf is glowing if they haven't already. Trixie starts a bit, her eyes flickering around, trying to find the source of the disturbance. She can sense magic?... No, she can't sense my illusions, but maybe… she can sense when I start using magic?

"Yes, genetic defect. But that girl… once I get rid of her shyness, she'll be one of the best. Claims she grew up on a farm." Deviago keeps rambling about me casually. I keep my head down, playing the part of the perfect servant. It takes everything in me not to bristle when he mentions my bust size.

"Apologies, but I do not believe that we came here to discuss one of your servant girls." Yone interrupts after a while. Thank the Aspects, I'm glad someone is speaking up. I was getting tired of his drivel as well.

"Quite right, quite right. You are here to discuss the future of Navori." Deviago snaps his fingers. Two thin men open the door to a smaller room. There's an open wall to the inside of the colosseum. A table laden with food with seats for three sits in the center. Outside the room, there's loud cheering and celebrations. Even if I'm really curious as to how a full colosseum looks, I still have a job to do. Trixie and I slide over to where the pitchers are. Alcohol has become a rather familiar smell to me. I grab mine and start to pour drinks into the goblets at the table. Deviago raises his cup for me, though both Yasuo and Yone remain still in their seats. Yone actually covers his goblet, denying the drink. Yasuo takes his cue from his brother. "Won't you enjoy the drinks of Navori?"

"Should you have any water, we will have it." Yone states crisply. Deviago shoots me a look. I walk quickly back to the table where a new pitcher is. I mumble a thank you to the air, knowing that there is someone there who is providing everything Deviago would want. I bring the water over to the brothers. Yone's eyes flicker to mine as I fill his cup. Deviago bangs his empty goblet into the table. Trixie scurries over and gives him more. She gently touches his shoulder as she refills his cup.

"Thank you, Trixie." Deviago reaches up and squeezes her breast. My grip on my pitcher tightens slightly, though I make sure that he doesn't see it as I pour Yasuo's water into his cup. Yone, who is able to see my hand as I refill Yasuo's cup, notices my knuckles whiten for a moment. That's when his back stiffens a little bit. He senses that something's wrong. I quietly take a deep breath to calm down and retreat.

"Do you do that with all your servants?" Yone's voice is tense. He takes a sip from his cup, but doesn't touch anything else. Yasuo does the same.

"That's not what we're here to talk about, now is it?" Deviago snidely retorts as places down his newly filled goblet. I subtly press a hand into Trixie's as I pass by Deviago's chair. She clutches mine in thanks before we seperate, her draped on Deviago's chair. I stand a little farther behind him, like I was trained. Yasuo's eyes keep flashing over to her. He's more concerned about Trixie's treatment than our appearance. Yone doesn't even bother looking. If anything, a hand reaches down and pats the scarf at his waist. A small flash of affection erupts in my chest. He's thinking of me.

"You said you had news about the vulkodalks?" Yone states directly. Yasuo stays quiet. Deviago picks up a roll and stuffs it in his face. I don't need to look at him to know his table manners by now.

"I did. I heard that there's someone in charge of them. Someone here in the city has power over them. I would love to know who you suspect. Perhaps I can help in the investigation?" Deviago answers the question. I narrow my eyes slightly. That's not news. That's knowledge at this point… but no one outside of the servants know, and we aren't allowed to leave the area. Looks like I'll have to get in touch with them without anyone watching at some point.

"So far, the only things we can confirm are-." Yone states indifferently. A loud cheer from the crowd outside interrupts Yone before he can say anymore. I shake my head slightly, hoping that I'm warning him to not tell Deviago. Everything that would come out of his mouth would only make him mad. Yasuo notices my movement. He shifts a little bit, leaning against an arm rest further away from Yone. Yone glances at his brother before looking back at Deviago. His lip-smacking hasn't changed, so Deviago hasn't noticed the small exchange.

"The vulkodalks have a handler, since the pack is almost always gone before we can get here. And the handler watches them as they hunt." Yasuo interrupts Yone as smoothly as he can. Yone doesn't give any outside inclination of there being wrong.

"That is all? I would have thought you to be better at figuring out who caused all this to happen?" Deviago taunts lightly.

"We are simply ensuring that we have all the facts before we start with accusations." Yone goes with his brother's lead. Deviago huffs a little bit.

"What a pity. My sources say that you have an idea who. Now tell." Deviago slips from a relaxed boss to more intense. Yasuo and Yone both prepare for a fight, reaching for their weapons… only there aren't any. "You do recall that we request that all weapons are left outside the colosseum… for safety reasons of course."

"We've told you all we know." Yasuo breaks a little bit. He bolts to a stand, though his body sways a little bit. Yone's own eyes narrow, glancing at the goblets. Yasuo slides down to the ground, unconscious.

"Did you poison us?" Yone's tone is cold, but it wavers a little bit. His eyes are starting to get a little glassy. As much as I want to help them, I can't.

"Nothing that cruel, my boy. Especially for someone of your talents. Merely, you've been drugged. I need more skilled fighters, and you just so happen to fit exactly what I'm looking for." Deviago shakes his wine. Trixie gently puts a hand on his shoulder. Yone's eyes widen before he's forced to steady himself. He reaches his right hand out to give some support while pressing his left against his forehead. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. "I would like to know everything you know."

"We told you… everything…" Yone groans out. I bite my lips. Hold on. I'll help… somehow.

"Now, I don't believe that for a moment. In fact, you have information I want." Deviago stands up and gestures for Trixie to back away. She comes to my side instantly, her hand intertwining with mine. I can't go to them and help, even if I wanted to. Besides, I'm not sure how touching and not healing a drugged individual will affect me. "Where is the girl?"

"Leilah?.. What do you… want with… her?" Yone fights against the drug. Maybe it's because he's older, maybe it's because he's determined, but he manages to remain in his seat.

"That healer… will be mine. Do you know what she is capable of?" Deviago asks quietly. I can barely hear it.

"Of course..." Yone's mouth seems to go against his will, but he's too vacant to care. I can't look away, but I so desperately want to.

"Good. Then you know why I invited you here." Deviago pats the man-who-holds-my-heart's cheek. Wait, what? I… I'm going to have to think about that one later.

"You won't… get her… I won't... " Yone's eyes finally flutter closed. He slumps in his seat. Deviago stands up and cracks his neck. A sharp whistle summons two giant out from the hallway.

"Take these two… somewhere where they are alone. They're a pair of fighters if they can hold off my pets. I want to use them." Deviago orders. The two giants pick up Yone and Yasuo without a care in the world. Deviago gestures for me to come forward. I do so without preamble.

"Blossom, I want you to bond with them. You are going to take care of their needs while they stay here. Food, water, comfort, whatever. They grow attached to you and only you, got it?" He demands. I nod quickly. Well, at least this gives me a chance to talk with them. "You have a week. At the end, either they will do everything to protect you, or all three of you get fed to the vulkodalks."

"Yes, sir." I answer quietly, bowing and going to follow the brothers to their cells.

"Go on now, Blossom." Deviago dismisses me. I urgently leave the room to follow the men, just in time to see them turn around a corner. I do my best to catch up, though heels are so annoying to wear. Thankfully, they make a lot of sound, so the men holding Yone and Yasuo wait for me as I turn the corner.

"Blossom? What are you doing here?" The one on the left, with Yasuo, asks.

"Deviago asked me to tend to the men, make them get attached to me." I do my best not to play with my hair. I don't want to seem like I'm lying. This entire situation has made me a little bit stressed.

"How long do you have?" The second, the one with Yone, speaks up. My eyes glance to my scarf around his waist. The stars are just starting to glow again. I quickly cast a little magic on the men so they don't notice the scarf.

"A week." I stay neutral. Yasuo's holder sighs.

"A week? Hell, Trixie couldn't do that task in a month! That's just cruel. I really liked you too. You were always so… pretty." He leans in, tilting my head up and attempts to press a kiss. All he tastes is what he thinks I taste like and shadows. No one will ever kiss me against my will again. Not if I can help it.

"Oh, come on, man. You better do a favor for me, you know what Deviago's like. She's off limits until he has gotten her little flower." The man carrying Yone slaps the back of the one that 'kissed' me. The man pouts but nods.

"That's alright. I'll buy you all the hookers you want for the week. Deal?" The one holding Yasuo stands up.

"Deal. Come on, Blossom. It's about time you understand this place. Especially since Deviago's got his eyes on you." The second one shifts Yone better on his shoulder. I follow them down.

We go deeper than I ever have before. Sure, I've been in the kitchen and the bathhouses before, Deviago's orders, but they go deeper. The hallways get colder. I shiver and rub my arms, trying to stay warm. The men take notice as the action presses my arms against my chest. I can't glare at them, no matter how much I want to. They have Yone and Yasuo in their grip. I can't just do what I want. I have no idea how they would treat them if I do, especially since my magic is a secret. At least my breasts aren't that big, but they are big enough that pressing my arms against my chest makes them very noticeable. We pass by a room that makes a lot of snarling noises. It makes me jump a little bit at the sounds. It's vulkodalk noises.

"What's in there?" I stammer, pointing to the door where all the noise is coming from.

"Vulkodalks. It's underneath the arena." Yone's holder comments lightly. I skitter away. They can sense me. If these two goons take notice, they'll be able to know that I'm here, right under their noses. Another noise comes from inside, but it's decidedly not vulkodalk.

"What else?"

"Other guests." The other one comments.

"We ain't supposed to talk about that!" Yone's kidnapper slaps the man.

"Right! Right. Sorry, Beefcakes."

"Don't call me that, idiot!" They bicker all the way to a bunch of cells. I notice that there's quite a few people in them. All of them look beyond exhausted, broken. My heart reaches out for them, wishing I could do more to help. Still, I have to remain in character. I can't be caught, otherwise, Deviago wins. Hopefully Starshadow can come back sooner so I don't have to keep this act up. "Here we are…"

I don't have enough time to think as Yasuo and Yone are dumped into an empty cell. They are dropped like a bag of potatoes. The men high five each other before looking down to my tiny stature.

"You sure Deviago said that you would watch over these two?" The first one asks. I nod. "Alright. Whenever you're done, come to the door and knock. Remember, you got a week to get them to bond with ya. I really hope you succeed, you are certainly too pretty to go out that easily."

I slide past the two into the cell and check on them both, Yasuo first. I'm not sure what drug was used, but he is younger, not even twenty. He might not be able to handle the drug as well as Yone's, though I am going to make sure Yone is alright too. Yasuo is struggling to breath. He's barely able to get any air whatsoever. I quickly lay my hands on Yasuo's swollen throat and let my magic come forth. I feel light as my magic does it's job. I don't think I have time to let it heal him slowly, so I let it pour. It courses very strongly through Yasuo. The swelling goes away as quickly as it appeared… And Yasuo's eyes snap open to him seeing a servant girl with hands on his neck, and a glowing scarf around Yone's waist.

"Wha-" Yasuo doesn't even have the chance to speak any more before I'm clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Don't move!" I snap at him. Yasuo jumps slightly before doing as I say. "Pretend to be asleep."

"Why?" Yasuo does as I ask. I scan the rest of his body for any injuries. There's a few scabs on his back in the shape of claws that I quickly mend without his knowledge. Any aches and pains that he is suffering has to be left there. They form on my own body as punishment for not helping him all the way. This is the first time I really wish I could break Daamien's curse, but right now, I can definitely use all the comfort and familiarity I can get.

"I have a second drug, one that clears the first one away. I stole it. They don't know I did." I quickly lie as I pull away my hands. The best part, it's kind of true, so it's a little harder to tell I'm lying. Yasuo pretends to be asleep as I check over Yone. His own throat is starting to swell. I gently place my hands on his chest and fix his throat, his own injuries, and the drug. Yone's also had a couple of scratches on him, some deeper than Yasuo's. One of them is trying to become an infection, but I quickly put a stop to that. It's early enough that he won't notice it suddenly gone. Hopefully he won't think how strange it is for a girl with no magic is what healed his injuries. Otherwise, he'll be able to figure out it's me so fast it might compromise me. He said it himself, this task, it's very easy to get personal. With that in mind, he can't know who I am. Not until the right time.

"I don't suppose that means that you'll be of help to us?" Yasuo whispers. Yone's starting to wake up. I carefully maneuver Yone over to Yasuo and whisper the same warning. If it wasn't for my magic telling me that I don't have to heal the drug anymore, then I would have been sure that he was still drugged.

"Do you know how long the drug will last?" Yone startles me slightly. He's not even looking like he moved his mouth when he whispered.

"No. But, I need your help." I mumble, pretending to check him for anything else.

"Why are you telling us this?"

"Because in a week, I might die." I whisper in his ear. I spot Yone's eyes open. Thankfully, we're facing away from the entrance.

"Why? I didn't think Deviago would do that to anyone he employed." Yasuo stays just as quiet.

"He's been threatening a fellow servant of mine, Trixie, into letting him touch me where I don't want him to. He might be trying the same tactic on you." I answer them.

"Around my waist… Is there still a blue material on it?" Yone asks urgently. I look to see the scarf still shining. At least the guards are blind to it… But Yasuo isn't!

"Yeah. It's still there." I answer. Any sort of movement and change in vision would be suspicious now. I can only hope that Yasuo doesn't notice.

"Thank you." Yone murmurs. Beefcakes clears his throat, informing me that it's time to leave. I reluctantly do so.

"Just wait until someone comes in concerned. You might be able to use your age as an excuse." I whisper one last bit of advice before leaving the cell. Idiot leers at my body before Beefcake slaps him. I flee from the place as soon as I can.

How do I help them? This… is going to be very tricky...

OH BOY! NOW EVERYONE'S IN TROUBLE! I wonder what poor Leilah's going to do with everything that's happening. And I also wonder where all the healers are. I'm hoping that you guys get it before Leilah does. It's going to be an interesting story. And she's finally recognizing that she has some rather deep feelings for Yone here, but... she's putting it on hold, just to focus at the task at hand. Sweet, but isn't that frustrating.

I... don't really have too much to say here, so I'm just going to end the chapter with this... we're on... Amumu... Oh boy... Something hopefully inspirational... I hope that you aren't cursed to be hurt all the time? No... that's not right... You guys deserve all the love and affection of the world, much like Amumu. That's better... I truly hope that you find whatever you are looking for, and that your quest to find it... is worth all the effort it takes. Much better. As always, I hope you guys have an extraordinary day, full of meaning and kindness.