The Tactful Kind

by Science-Eyes

She ranked in as one of the smallest of the Shepherds, her swordsmanship was atrocious, and she couldn't even open a tome without tearing it. Oh, and she was pretty sure the captain's second-in-command wanted to kill her. There was going to be a lot of warfare…and not with the Plegians. [Frederick/F!Avatar]

4. Chapter 4

A/N: Thank you all soooooooo so much for the reviews and favs/follows. Also feel free to send ideas/what you'd like to see. Who knows, it may inspire future chapters as I have a few in mind already but more are always welcome! Thanks again for all your support! Also, if you're in the mood for a nice start of a Henry/MyUnit fic, my friend just posted here. It's titled "Every Ounce" and I recommend you all give it a read. She writes the best Henry in my opinion ^^

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Frederick had made it his mission to truly get to the bottom of the Shepherds' tactician. From the moment his liege accepted her friendship in that field, he was skeptical. Her behavior and story were too coincidental to be genuine. While Frederick was duty bound to serve Chrom and his cause, he had his own instincts to follow on as well. While he had full trust and respect for the prince, Frederick would be the first to admit that Chrom was far too trusting, so it was up to the knight to eliminate any hints of treachery when they reared. And, as of late, the tactician, Daedra, was growing more and more suspicious in her actions. He'd made a habit for himself to watch her whenever the opportunity presented itself, and he was never surprised to see her scurrying about at all times. She was always fluttering about with the other Shepherds, asking them questions or merely watching their activities. She spent far too much time with Chrom and Lissa for the knight's liking, as well. Frederick did not approve of the level of familiarity that had grown between the three. Aside from the usual talk of warfare that was expected of them, Chrom and Daedra spent a great deal of time talking of nonsense – sharing jokes and the like. The lord had even developed a habit of ruffling the small woman's hair. The knight vaguely remembered that Chrom used to do similar to Lissa years ago, but he had stopped when Lissa complained daily of her ruined hairstyle. Lissa was even worse, as she would link arms with the tactician and drag her about the camp with her as they both giggled to each other. That coupled with the fact that Lissa brought Daedra to places Frederick was not permitted to follow, such as the bathing area and such. How was he to prevent betrayal when he was not permitted to be properly vigilant at all times?

While most assumed Daedra to be merely friendly and tried to convince him of such, Frederick knew better. Even he had to admit Daedra's acting was superb at times, seeming almost genuine with her gentle tones and soft gestures, but her behaviors were too blaringly for him to overlook. For the first matter, if the woman was truly so terrible at weapons, why did she have not just a sword, but also a tome in her possession when they first met? There were much smaller and simpler weapons one could have for defense, if that was the case. Frederick would have even been willing to overlook this anomaly as mere arrogance on Daedra's part, if it were so. He'd met his fair share of rash youngsters claiming to know how to wield their blades in hope of making a name for themselves to hide their lack of skill and experience. Yet, this was not case for Daedra, or perhaps, he thought, the opposite effect. The tactician's sudden behavior had Frederick all but convinced she was a Plegian spy, as he first assumed on that day in the field. Weapon skill aside, Frederick noticed right off that Daedra was always questioning things. It was never a matter of authority, no, as she seemed to embrace the hierarchy of their band of soldiers, her own position stumbling about from tactician to bumbling recruit depending on the hour of the day. The fact was that Daedra was always asking the other Shepherds questions, Chrom and Lissa included. Questions that ranged from rather personal to nonsensical, but regardless, they were still questions that were painting an ever-expanding portrait for her into the mental workings of her comrades. Her large eyes always watching the other Shepherds' actions and gestures as she spoke with them made Frederick wary. Though she rarely participated with the others, Daedra was always at the training sessions, watching and cheering from the sides. The same attentive observation she sported in her chats about the camp also came into play at the training. Considering the weeks that had passed since her arrival, Frederick was rather positive Daedra knew of every Shepherd's strength, weakness, preference, and fighting style by now. Such information could be disastrous for their army should it be whispered to enemy forces. Though it made sense for her as a tactician to know such information, it was unusual for one to take that much account on every individual.

It didn't take the knight long to realize she would watch him with the same amount of interest as she did the others as well. While Frederick would not shirk his training responsibilities, he tried to toss her false habits and quirks when he noticed her gaze from the sidelines. He disliked how intently she'd watch him during training. It was never good to present all of one's chips on the gambling table, so to speak. When he could, Frederick usually tried to meet her gaze from across the training field as a challenge. She could rarely keep her eyes locked on his before she'd turned them elsewhere. If that wasn't a clear sign of guilt and shame, he didn't know what was. Still, though Daedra was always at training, rarely did she participate enough for him to even gain a grasp of her own style and skill. This was either because she had none, or, which he truly assumed, she was hiding her abilities. This was an unsettling scenario. Frederick never liked being unprepared and unaware of an opponent and this would be the case should Daedra truly prove to be traitorous.

Currently, certain other things were drawing Frederick's attention. As of late, the incidents concerning Daedra seemed to be growing. Not only that, but all these occurrences were rather destructive or disruptive to the well oiled wheels that kept the Shepherds on track. The most recent incident had been at dinner the night prior. While the tactician had somehow managed to avoid him for a good amount of meal gatherings over a number of days, they'd finally crossed paths that particular evening. Daedra had been distracted as Lissa talked avidly with her from the seat beside her. Unusually though, Maribelle was also present and seemed to be tolerating the tactician, joining in Daedra's and Lissa's conversation when she had a remark to share. Seizing his chance, Frederick made point to approach the three young ladies. He walked with purpose, his expression relatively blank as he made show to sit directly across from Daedra. He remained silent as he kept a stony expression focused on the small woman. Daedra was too absorbed in Lissa's story to notice the knight, until Maribelle shifted and greeted the newcomer.

"Oh Frederick, when did you arrive?"

The sound of his name immediately had the tactician tensing in her chair. Cold chills immediately began to burst up her small spine, freezing her on the spot and she turned her gaze to stare at the knight. Daedra was rather shocked to see him sitting right across the large wooden table from her, with his solid gaze focused directly on her. While he didn't look particularly angry in his expression, Daedra could tell from the downward line of his lips. The corners were turned a touch lower than his normal scowl and his eyes held the same focus they had in battle as he charged a foe. She knew avoiding Frederick had been a terrible plan. The longer she dodged him, the more the tension grew, as was evident in his mannerisms at the moment. The tactician vaguely heard Lissa happily cheer her own greeting to the knight beside her. Swallowing the stone lodged in her throat, Daedra managed a nervous smile and a tiny wave of her small palm.

"Oh! Hi, Frederick! I haven't seen you since lunch, where have you been?"

The knight cleared his throat before answering the princess. He took his time to shift his hard gaze from Daedra over to the girl beside her, his eyes immediately softening. "Good evening, milady. I have spent the afternoon training, as all proper soldiers should." Frederick made sure to emphasize the word as he shifted his eyes to Daedra again. He felt the smallest hint of satisfaction at the wince that jutted the tactician's shoulders. While none of the other Shepherds really spoke of the 'training incident', almost everyone was aware of it. Most of them had been rather curious as to why Stahl had been covered in bruises and face down in the dirt…

Lissa turned and took note of both the knight's and Daedra's expressions. She had known Frederick for a collection of years, since his acceptance of knighthood to the Halidom, and she was well aware of the level Frederick took with training. While he could be difficult in general, Lissa was aware of his stubbornness in particular when in came to Daedra. What was his problem? Daedra was so sweet and nice and she tried her best for everyone. And Frederick was just being a jerk to her friend. Though Lissa really wanted to, she knew she couldn't exactly order Frederick to stop hating the tactician. Well, she could, but Frederick would either go on a tirade about how he was a terrible knight for not being able to change his feelings on a whim, or he'd use his sneaky use of loopholes and explaining that doing so would be hazardous to her and Chrom's safety. Why did he have to be so complicated?!

"Don't be so mean, Frederick!"

Daedra, Maribelle, and Frederick all looked to Lissa in shock at her sudden shift in demeanor. Frederick was the first to recover, clearing his throat again and setting his expression to neutral. "I do not follow you, milady. I am not putting any emotional preference into my actions. I am merely following my duty as a knight. It falls to me to make sure all of our soldiers are prepped and ready to battle, whether checking equipment or supervising their training. It will be no aid for milord if all his followers quit the field mid-battle. If one is to show no fear then one must be prepared, and to be prepared, one must train."

With every word Frederick spoke, Daedra slumped a little farther from the table. Why did Frederick have to bring up Chrom? She didn't think of it at the time, but her actions the other day must have portrayed her as the biggest coward. She never meant to give off that message; she'd never run and abandon the Shepherds! They were her friends and she liked them…well most of them, at least she definitely liked Chrom and Lissa! The tactician looked to her friend, noticing Lissa was still glaring angrily at Frederick. Here her friend was sticking up for her and she was sitting here fretting and crying over the fact. Turning to Frederick, Daedra opened her mouth to speak, but a voice cut her off.

"Damn right, Frederick! You wanna get strong, ya gotta train like you'll die tomorrow…'cause you will without it!"

Sully made her way over to the small group, food tray in hand. She had been looking at Frederick but seemed a bit confused when she noticed Lissa, Maribelle, and Daedra. Clearly she expected Frederick to be speaking with more…masculine Shepherds. Daedra realized Sully most likely didn't know what the conversation was really about, but she suspected the red cavalier had heard about her act of cowardice around camp. Even though she and Sully were good friends as well, the tactician had a feeling Sully would have made the same remark. Sully was like that, the kind of friend to be honest. While she could handle cavalier's criticisms, Daedra wasn't sure how she'd fair under both Sully and Frederick at the same time.

"Ahh, and such tragedy it would be! For such lovely feminine visions to be taken from my watchful eye. Though I can not decide what will be more terrible – the idea of such valkyries perishing in battle, or perishing from exhaustion from such training," came another voice from across the Ylisstol mess hall.

Both Frederick and Sully turned to the owner of the flamboyant voice with disgusted glares. Sully, as usual, was the first and loudest to voice her opinion to the archer as he sipped a delicate cup of tea. "Oh, 'cause I'm sure someone like you knows ALL the benefits a hard day of training gets you!"

Virion had turned in his seat, casually crossing a leg up over his other as shifted his rather long hair over his shoulder. As usual, Sully's rough statement didn't faze him in the least. The archer merely chuckled in a haughty fashion before replying. "Ahhh~ My dearest Sully, a fiery vision on the battlefield. Your lovely feminine wiles are truly wasted away with such barbaric practices. Same with my dearest tactician and fair noble ladies. Were I could, I would face each foe to prevent harm coming upon such beauties as yourselves."

Though Maribelle had been rather quiet, her snort finally broke through the conversation as she glared at the archer. "Hmph! While I dislike skirmishes as much as the next fair lady, I do hope you are not implying that we as women cannot handle ourselves. Because if you are, you are sadly mistaken, sir!"

"Damn right! 'Sides, I'd rather kiss the latrines than let a ruffley tea-sipper like you fight my battles! We might as well hand our butts right over to those damn Plegians!"

"That will be enough of such talk," Frederick sternly interrupted. He could let a lot of talk slide, but none of this mutiny! Turning to give Virion one of his stern glares, the knight continued. "Considering archers make poor front-line fighters, this plan is forthright rejected."

The archer only chuckled, placing his tea calmly onto the table. "My dear knightly compatriot, do not mistake my talk of braveries for mutinous plot. I have no desire for command, all I was suggesting is that we shelter and protect what is truly important in these bloody times."

"Pfft! Protect?!" Sully slammed her tray of food on the table so she could fully turn to Virion and glare, hands angrily placed upon her hips. "Like I'd want your protection, or need it! If you were paying attention, we were talking about training – so that us 'visions' wouldn't need protection from chumps like you! I've seen how you practice; fire one arrow and then rush off to fix your hair and clothes! My grandmother could do better than that, and she's dead!"

Virion sputtered, almost toppling from his seat. He clearly was not expecting such scorn from his gentlemanly offers. Before he could reply, a loud voice approached from across the other end of the dining hall. "Yeaaaaahhh! Teach knows the start of a good old school yard brawl! Get'em, Sully," Vaike cried as he eagerly made his way over. Maribelle glared at the fighter as he forced his way into the conversation. "Oh, quit your yelling, you ruffian! This is not your conversation, now be gone!"

"Hey! Watch who you call a ruffian! I don't have to take that from a snoot like you!"

Maribelle almost shrieked at such an accusation. Though she didn't have her trusty parasol, the young noble was about to rise from her seat and teach Vaike a lesson of her own. All that stopped her was Lissa grabbing hold of her waist to keep her from pummeling him. Vaike snickered at her, maturely sticking his tongue out which sent Maribelle into a more rambunctious struggle. It took all Lissa had in her skinny arms to keep her friend from performing rather un-ladylike actions on the warrior's face. Frederick paused in his own verbal assaults with Virion to turn to sternly look at Vaike and Maribelle's interactions.

"Enough, you two! This is hardly how you should be ac-," but the knight was cut off as Vaike turned a rather annoyed look to Frederick instead while he spoke.

"Oh, please! If this whole mess has to do with training, Teach knows it probably has your name smeared all over it! Your training is the worst!"

All the Shepherds present, minus Vaike and Frederick, let out a collective gasp of shock as they were stunned into silence. All eyes turned to Frederick as his expression turned fierce. Lissa's arms slipped from Maribelle's middle while Daedra's flew up to cover her mouth. The knight had never been terribly fond of Vaike, considering how unruly and inappropriate he acted with Chrom. Still, he was a reliable warrior, so Frederick usually let his transgressions slide, and there was quite a collection of them. Being careless with his equipment and unruly during drills was one thing, but assaulting Frederick's protocols for being a proper soldier was unforgivable! The knight straightened his posture as he calmly stood from his seat, shooting his hardest glare at Vaike as he took a step forward. "You'd do well to watch your words. It would not be prudent of you to insult someone whom you have never been able to defeat," Frederick stated in his monotone, though there was just the slightest hint of an edge to it.

Before anything more could be said between the two, more voices burst into the fray. "Guys, calm down! Don't do this," cried Ricken as he rushed over with Donnel. The commotion had apparently gotten rowdy enough to draw attention from all across the mess hall. "Thas right! Ya'll should be fightin' them bad guys, not each other," Donnel added. His usual pot-helmet was not present upon his dark curly hair as he had been expecting to enjoy a meal with his fellow companions. Seeing the fire that was slowly building, he silently wondered if maybe wearing his trusty pot at all times would be a good idea.

"Quiet, kids! This is adult talk!" Sully interrupted them before Ricken could get another word of reason in. At the statement, the small mage immediately went red. "Hey, I'm not a child!"

"Tarnasion! You ain't got no right to be callin' mud on the pig, Ma'am! We were jus' tryin' to get ya to act your own ages. We ain't the children here," Donnel shouted rather angrily at the female cavalier. Though he highly respected Sully and liked spending time talking to her, he had to stick up for the little guys too!

And thus began the decent into madness. Everyone suddenly began yelling and commenting, which somehow drew the attention of others to join. Miriel had approached as well, though she didn't exactly participate. She calmly adjusted her glasses and observed, remarking how stress had such fascinating reactions to even the closest companions. Frederick had tried to bring about order again, but even his stern words could do nothing. Daedra watched in horror as all her fellow Shepherds began swarming upon each other with vicious words and criticisms. She worriedly looked back and forth between all the Shepherds, having no clue what to even say or to whom. She spied Stahl stepping into the hall with a large cauldron of stew to serve. One glance at the chaos brewing had him turning about and heading back to the larder, remarking about checking on some pies. Daedra wished he would have stepped in to help tame the fighting, though she couldn't blame him for wanting to avoid it, especially after Frederick accidentally ran him down days prior. Glancing about nervously, she noted how everyone was so focused on each other, well, except one. When Frederick couldn't calm his companions, he turned his stern glare to Daedra.

Daedra wanted to just sink into a puddle. She honestly didn't mean for this to escalate into such a mess. Why didn't she just practice with Frederick and let him have killed her days before? At that moment, someone bumped into the knight from behind, drawing his attention. When he turned to try and stop the roughhousing he was surprised to see no one in his vicinity. Lissa, who was still trying to keep Maribelle from lunging at a fellow Shepherd once more, turned to Daedra silently mouthing for her to escape while she could. There was no sense for her to get eaten alive by her now rapid companions. Taking her empty soup tureen at the table, the small tactician placed it upon her deep red hair and slowly slipped under the table to discreetly leave the mess hall. Perhaps if she left, everyone would calm down. She seemed to be a beacon for trouble as of late. When Frederick turned back to her, the tactician was already long gone.

The chaos had only continued for a short time longer until Chrom arrived. A few well-placed shouts from their leader had everyone silenced and muttering apologies. Frederick tried to apologize profusely, but Chrom silenced him. With an annoyed sigh, the lord reprimanded all present about how this was no way for his Shepherds to act. As usual, Chrom seemed to be the one thing everyone could agree and count on, so any grievance that had developed between anyone was now under the bridge. Frederick took note that since Daedra was not present, everyone seemed to have forgotten her involvement. While he remained silent at the time, making note to personally apologize to the prince later for his blunder, he promised himself to watch the small woman more attentively. He wasn't sure how, but he was positive she orchestrated the whole incident. It would be rather easy for the Plegians to pick off the Shepherds if they were all fighting amongst themselves. Divide and conquer, after all.

As such, Frederick tried to follow his plan to keep a vigilant eye on the small tactician, but that was when her other unusual habit was brought to his attention. Whenever he seemed to be looking for her, she would all but disappear. This was very suspicious indeed since she seemed to pop off at random times and intervals, yet she always seemed to be around if Chrom needed her for council. Frederick had assumed perhaps his efforts were slipping, but after some self-assurance and asking about with the other Shepherds, no one could ever find Daedra in these instances either. The knight was far from pleased with this scenario. Clearly Daedra had to have some sort of secret if she knew how to hide from everyone's presence whenever she wished. That, or, Frederick surmised, that she could be popping off to deliver vital information about the Shepherds. Either way, the knight was determined to deal with this whole mess, any way he could.

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"Uhhhgh… thank you, Sir Ghost. I was sure Frederick was going to put an end to me right there at the table!"

Daedra let out an exhausted sigh as she plopped herself rather unceremoniously atop a storage crate. When she heard a throat being cleared she looked up to her companion with a smile. Ah, her tall ghostly savior. Though she was well aware of his name, she had grown fond of teasing him with her accusation of Kellam being a ghost. At first, the tall knight thought it was merely because she didn't remember his name, but Daedra made sure to toss a 'Kellam' in here and there for his reassurance. He was rather strange sometimes, one minute complaining about no one noticing him, but then next was purposefully hiding in a dark corner where it would be hard TO see him. Still, she liked him and he had been to her rescue over the past days since their first meeting. She practically became invisible herself in his presence!

"That certainly was a commotion back there. I don't think I've ever seen any of the Shepherds fight like that before," Kellam calmly stated. He frowned slightly when he noticed Daedra winced, clearly she thought the whole mess was her fault. The conversation may have started with her, but the fighting was certainly not her doing. "Don't blame yourself, Daedra. It wasn't your intention. I think this is the first it's ever happened because this is the first time any of us have been in an actual war. Bandit raids are one thing, but war is much harsher."

"I suppose," the small woman conceded. She still felt guilty on the issue as she casually kicked her legs back and forth from her seat on the crate. "Still, I don't know what to do. As much as I like talking with you, Sir Ghost, I can't keep hiding behind your armor every time Frederick comes in distance."

"Can't you? It really is nice to be noticed for once. And, it's nice to give someone their drink and not have them yell about spirits," Kellam smiled at Daedra in good humor, though some part of her had a feeling that deep down, Kellam was being sincere. This saddened her, but she had little idea what to do on the matter. Everyone seemed too preoccupied to really give Kellam any of his or her time and the knight in question did little to aid himself in getting noticed. Still, one catastrophe at a time…

"I can't keep hiding from Frederick forever. It's not helping anyone, least of all - me." Daedra quieted a moment while she looked at her swinging feet. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought about what a pathetic mess she was turning out to be. Sniffling lightly, she continued. "I don't want to keep running away. I don't want everyone to think I'll abandon them - because I won't! It's just…Frederick is somehow so much more intimidating than Risen and Plegians. Whenever I approach him I think about what he's capable of and I panic. It's only making him dislike me more. I really wish I could just show him I won't let Chrom and all of you down!" Daedra wiped her moist lashes and looked up to Kellam for his input. The knight smiled sympathetically and pat her upon her red hair with his large gauntlet. Daedra silently quelled the strange uneasiness at such contact. She was growing rather used to the action since a good number of the Shepherds had adopted Chrom's little habit for her.

"Frederick can be pretty severe at times, but he's a good man. Chrom wouldn't put so much trust in him if he weren't. He's tough on everyone new; well at least that's what I've seen. I've never really spoken to him since joining with Chrom or really trained with him. But, he won't do anything to you. Chrom and the rest of us would be pretty upset, you know. But, I think if you want to prove yourself, you'll have to confront Frederick on your own terms." Daedra only nodded with a small pout on her lips. Kellam was correct, but that didn't make it sound any more appealing to her. Seeing how she wasn't exactly reassured, Kellam continued. "I'll still look out for you though. I'll be around, even if you don't notice at first. If Frederick starts being mean to you again, I'll just throw my armor at him. How about that?"

That did the trick as Daedra covered her lips as she giggled. She could just imagine Kellam tossing the hefty part of his shoulder plates at the other knight like a giant boulder. Not even Frederick could handle such a mighty blow. With her spirits lifted, the tactician smiled and thanked her friend. It was then she noticed a few of the other Shepherds wandering the grounds casually. Her and Kellam had been speaking for a good amount of time. They would need to go to the mess hall soon if they wanted any scraps left from dinner. "C'mon, Sir Ghost! Let's go see if Stahl left us anything for supper." The larger man nodded and followed as she scurried off her crate.

Luckily for them, there was just enough stew and meat pie to make for a decent dinner. By that time, most of the mess hall was empty and had even been cleared of dishes and cups. Daedra and Kellam rather enjoyed the quiet. At least it was a welcomed change from the yelling that was filling it earlier. As the small woman chewed on a tender chunk of beef from her stew, she thought about seeing Lissa before everyone turned in for the night. She was curious how things went after her friends kindly created an escape for her. Daedra took a sip of her lukewarm tea and made to ask Kellam a question but paused. The taller man seemed distracted and had his gaze [or what Daedra assumed was his gaze since his eyes always seemed shut] elsewhere. Tilting her head at him, she called to him but he didn't respond at first. Turning her head to mimic him, Daedra looked down across the hall and noticed another Shepherd was sitting quietly at a table farther down.

"Oh, it's Miriel! Maybe we should go join her." The red haired mage sat at her own table, a worn leather book of some sort open in front of her. She adjusted her glasses a moment, never taking her eyes from the words on the page. A plate and cup were beside her, with remaining scraps of dinner still present. Clearly Miriel had once again gotten so absorbed in her reading that she hadn't finish her meal and no one bothered to disturb her. Not that they could, in reality.

Kellam jumped at the announcement and turned to look at his companion. Daedra noted he had a strange expression on his face, well strange in the fact that his face was usually rather blank. He coughed slightly before speaking. "O-oh…no, no we shouldn't do that. I wouldn't want to bother her …while she's reading." Daedra gave him a befuddled look. She could have sworn she saw the lightest hint of red on his cheeks, but it was so faint it could have been a trick of the candles strewn about the hall. Looking to Daedra, he smiled as he stood from the long table, gathering his dishes. "Oh I forgot I was going to help patrol tonight. I have to go now. Even if no one notices, I still like to be on time."

Stepping away, he made to walk off, but he paused as he turned back to Daedra who was watching him rather curiously. "Remember what I said. If you stand up to Frederick, he'll see how great you are to the Shepherds. But, if he does start to give you trouble, don't you worry. I promise I'll be around to help you out. Let's see Frederick get through this!" He clanked his chest plating loudly for emphasis. Daedra was still too confused as she tried to take in all the information that had been recently buzzing around her. All she could manage was a slight nod of her head, her spoon still casually held between her lips as she watched him make his way off. Once she had lost sight of Kellam [she'd gotten pretty good at being able to follow his movements], Daedra turned her attention back to the red head mage. She watched the female mage shift her arm, most likely to relieve a cramp, and knock over her cup. Miriel jumped as the remaining liquid spilled across the table, seemingly having forgotten it was still there. She jumped from her seat, clutching at her book to save it just in time from damage. Miriel adjusted her glasses before begrudgingly looking at the mess about her. The more Daedra thought on the issue, the more a certain question kept popping up in her mind. She'd have to think of it over the next few days. At the moment, she had dinner to finish and a certain princess to gossip with.

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Sorry this chapter took so long! But funny enough, the dinner fight scene was not originally in my thought process for the chapter. It was just supposed to be implied awkwardness but since a good number of you requested to see it, I just HAD to put it in for you guys. I redid it like 2 times but it's probably still mediocre, but I hope you still enjoyed!

You also got a chance to see one of my other favorite pairings in Awakening. Lol I absolutely adore them. Adore them enough that I'm thinking of writing a little oneshot collection [legit this time] and have it slightly paired up with this one. Mostly just in the fact that Daedra and certain incidents form this story will be mentioned so I don't have to actually come up with a whole new MyUnit or whatever. Any thoughts on that?

Again, thank you all for reading and your support. It honestly keeps me writing!