(A/N) Finals are finally over, thank the mighty maker of my life (whoever that may be). Since I'm not studying for Algebra 2 anymore, I finally have time to write. I'm not too happy right now, so don't expect this chapter to be too fluffy. It's probably evident that I know jack-crap about horse anatomy, so I'll just say less and you'll pretend that you know what the hell I'm talking about.

"What a fine display of controlling your emotions, Master Mage," Daine spat at him, furious that she let him get to her like that in a public place.
"I'm sorry Magelet, but I didn't see you offer any resistance," Numair retorted taking the lead to the Rider's Barracks.
"I was just taking your lead," the girl gave as her excuse.
"That's an excuse not an explanation as to why did you didn't stop me in the first place."
Daine could see she wasn't going to win and would soon be cornering into admitting she was wrong. She simply replied nonchalantly, "Well, I stopped it in the end and that's all that matters. Now let's stop arguing, I don't want to be in a bad mood at the stables. It's usually so happy there."
Numair chuckled at her antics. "I support that proposition fully." Daine in turn laughed at what Numair had just said.
They reached the Rider's Barracks and opened the door, only to be greeted by Sarge and Onua yelling at the trainees. Daine laughed even harder and drew the attention of the two screaming adults.
"Very funny, Daine," Onua said. She brought out a piece of paper and scanned it. "You have stable duty; I never would have guess," she said with a mock look of surprise. She also added, "And Numair, you are to assist Daine with the horses."
"Like he can actually help with the horses," the woman muttered to herself. She smiled to Numair and Daine and shooed them off to the stables.

They both walked there, taking their time. They reached the stabled and were greeted by a hostler. He directed them to a wing of the stables that was housing the injured horses.
Daine cautiously walked down the hall blocking out the People, because of the horses pain. Numair could sense her uneasiness and put his hand on her shoulder to guide and comfort her.
Daine reached the first stall and let go of the barrier from the People just enough to be able to fully work with the horse. She examined all the bones, checking to make sure none were broken. She found a compound fracture in his back left leg and healed that easily. Numair then put the lead on the horse and took him to the hostler to be put in the right stall.

Numair came back muttering something about being a horse babysitter but one look from Daine made him quiet; he was breaking her concentration that she needed to be able to properly heal the horses.
They continued this process on about ten other horses, healing broken bones and muscle strains. The afflictions were so minor that they didn't take too much of Daine's magic.
Two horses later, it was evident that her magical dealings were starting to take a toll on her body. Her hand was beginning to shake and she started to loose a little color in her cheeks.
She delved into her magic and started to heal the horse; her body against to shake against her will. Numair became very worried and decided to put a stop to it.
"Daine," he said shaking the girl. "Daine get out of your magic this instant."
Giving her one last powerful jolt, he out the girl out of her magic. She was gasping for air and couldn't breathe. She was sweating all over, but despite the fact that her body seemed to be hot enough to sweat, she was getting v\cold chills.
"Gods damn it all Numair. Don't get me out of my magic like that. You could have really hurt me!" the girl yelled at the mage. Her eyes suggested that she was nothing short of livid at the man and she was beginning to shake more, from anger this time.
Shocked by her anger and more expecting a "thank you" than anything else, Numair could say nothing. The girl glared at the man as if to dare him to say something in return to her sudden show of animosity to the person she loved.
He turned around and stalked to the exit. He was deeply hurt, even though he knew that Daine was just frustrated.
"Numair!" Daine yelled after him. The mage heard but didn't reply or even slow his pace.
Daine realized that he would not be coming back and talked to the air as if hoping that it would carry through the wind to whisper in Numair's ear, "I'm sorry."

(A/N) Yeah, that was really short. But oh well, that's all I can manage for right now. I'm just exercising my right of poetic license, so don't get all critical on me if I don't get every detail right or translate something from the books differently.