Hark! I'm trying to do as much as I can, because I really like reviews. And because NoRestForTheWicked won't stop proding me. Speaking of which, if he hasn't updated, poke him for me.

So Lloyd couldn't heal things. Not a physical wound and not...

'Stop thinking that way. You hate him remeber?' I loathed myself for what had happened in that crevice. 'How could I show such weakness? How could I even start to warm up to the man who killed Lavitz?'

"Albert? Are you in there?" Lloyd was becoming slightly annoyed and I got the feeling it wasn't the first time he'd tried for my attention.

"What?" I asked.

"Have you noticed the monsters I've been fighting for the last few minutes or are you wallowing in self pity again?" He asked. My head snapped up. There were indeed monsters in our path. It didn't take as long as I thought it would for them to be dispatched.

I was covered in blood when we had finished. Lloyd had used magic until he was too tired to use anymore and then stayed back a bit and let me clean up what was left.

"Well, do you want to do the honours or shall I?" he asked standing over the carcasses of the creatures.

"You do it. I'm going to clean this off." What Lloyd was talking about was slicing open the creatures stomachs and raiding them for what other unwary travellers had... left inside.

"Not much in them. Just some gold and an armlet." He said, bending down to clean the blood off himself and the gold he'd pilfered.

"Was there any in him?" I spat. I couldn't help myself. I had to take my anger out somewhere.

"I don't know! Look, I know what you're thinking, but trust me, I've had worse and I don't have time to listen to you complain!" Lloyd stood and yelled at me.

"What do you know! You've never loved like that! Never been loved like that!" I mimiced his actions.

"You're wrong! My entire family was murdered in front of me along with my love!" He yelled back.

My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide. I stepped back to steady myself and even so barely kept my feet. I couldn't find words, but somewhere deep down, I felt bad. I felt guilty and even more angry at myself.

Lloyd went back to washing the blood from himself.

There. It's short, but I needed to write my moment. You will get some fluff eventually, but not yet. I haven't gotten all the angst out.