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Rogue's POV:
I drew my lips into a smile as I felt her snuggle into my shoulder for warmth. She was feeling strangely cold though.
Reaching the infirmary, I gently laid her down and then pulled out some bandages and a bucket of water.
I frowned. Most of the wounds Minerva had inflicted on her had drawn blood. I gently reached down and started at her arm. Her shirt was also torn at the neck, revealing her collarbones. Yup, this was Sting's attack alright.
She looked so peaceful when she slept though. – unlike the distorted expressions she made when she was with Sting and me.
I gently started to bound her arm, stopping when she moaned in pain. Continuing, I looked up to see that she had woken up, despite all her injuries.
She looked at me with wide eyes, and pulled her hand away.
"Rogue!"
"What?"
"Oh well, I just didn't expect to see you here. Who won the match?
"You did."
"Uh ok. That's great. I didn't expect to faint though, but I'm fine now."
"No; you're not."
Pulling her arm back towards me, I gingerly started to bind it again as she pulled her knees up and sat there, gazing at the wall.
"How'd you do it?"
"What?" she answered. With that wide eyes expression of hers again. I wishsshe would stop being so afraid.
"You figured out Minerva's weakness."
"Oh well, it was just, um, I kind of guessed, based on her existing abilities."
I nodded and looked down, focusing on her arm.
The infirmary door burst open and Sting entered, his head bandaged.
"Oh DAMN that girl Rogue-" he said as he burst in, and then stopped as he saw that Arya was there.
She looked down and I saw tears brimming at the corner of her eyes. I had heard of people getting emotionally weakened after draining fights, but I never knew that it was true.
I shot Sting a glare. He glared and me, then stormed off and left me with her.
A tear rolled down her cheek. I froze, unsure how to act. "Arya…"
She glared at me.
"LOOK AT ME!" she screamed, positively sobbing. "I didn't want to join this horrible guild in the first place, ok? But leave it up to creeps like you to abuse and torment an outsider, can't you even see past your own comrades?! Do the words empathy and kindness mean anything to you?! Look, I don't care. I'm leaving by first light tomorrow, I don't care if I get branded as a fugitive afterwards, my sister's already become one. Then you and your narcissistic teammates can rejoice, and have the time of your lives!"
She tried to shakily stand up and then fell back onto the bed, where she pulled her knees up and sobbed quietly.
I just stared at her. I thought about comforting her, but I was unsure how she would feel.
After her sobs had quieted down, she murmured, "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
She looked at me, confused. Then she looked back down. "For yelling at you."
I shrugged. "We probably deserve it."
She laughed then, a small chuckle, and I noticed how when she smiled she had little dimples and her eyes lit up, like a firefly burning in the night sky.
I smiled with her, and at that moment I knew everything was going to be okay.