Herobrine watched the door close. He watched the shadows move as their owners ran about excitedly. He listened to the gleeful voices calling her name.

There was a shrill cry of joy, one that belonged to a small child, and he assumed it was Katelyn, Shelby's younger sister. He vaguely remembered her, she was quite small at the time he last saw her. The young woman's laughter rang out in reply, sweet and innocent, as if the troubles of her past had evaporated once she'd stepped back into that building. Bygones were bygones, and she was back with her friends, safe in the warmth and familiarity. She was home.

A soft rustle of grass caught his attention, and he turned to look at the girl behind him. She'd been all but forgotten in his contemplations. She looked to him with a humbled expression, one unfitting on her normally outgoing hold of herself. He returned the look with one of questioning. She took a breath and held out a hand and started talking rapidly.

"My name is Sydney, sometimes referred to as Sydney Ender-Bane. I know we didn't get off to the best start and I apologize for that. My worry for Shelby clouded my judgment and I treated you awfully. I hope that we can make amends and at least be on good terms."

Still holding out her hand, she flinched back a little, as if expecting aggressive retaliation. He took her hand and shook it.

"As a friend of Shelby, I agree that we should try to get along. At least for her."

Sydney opened her eyes and instantly brightened up.

"Good! That makes my next question a lot easier to say!" She bubbled, "Where are you planning on living?"

He looked at her evenly, and considered the question, one he hadn't even thought about until now.

"I'm not sure."

"You could always build a house or something out here in the forest. Shelby tells me you're not too fond if your brother right now."

"Maybe I should." He said quietly, ideas for buildings of various size and design flooding through his head.

"I can start you off with some basics if you'd like." Sydney offered, smiling happily. Her pose was one of comfort, and he could tell that she was similar to Shelby in her extroverted nature. It was charming in its own way, however frustrating.

"Alright." He agreed, following her as she bounded into the woods. Her mood certainly did change fast.

"Before, when you and Shelby were talking, what was the conversation about?"

Sydney turned to him, still walking towards her camp, and flashed a knowing smile at him.

"You of course."

He raised a curious eyebrow and she laughed.

"I hear you've been good to her, and maybe she's been good for you. She says you'd open up occasionally. Your abnormalities were also mentioned."

Herobrine listened to the brunette talk at him. She traded her weight from one foot to another and looked him straight in the face as she talked.

"Apparently your heart doesn't work anymore." he nodded and she continued. "Would you like it to start again? Chugging a few healing potions should help."

Herobrine cocked his head to one side somewhat. He hadn't really considered the possibility of his body being 'repaired' so easily.

"Would that work?" he asked, his mind wandering to the various functions his heart and blood maintained. She shrugged.

"It might. If so, it's worth a try. The fact that you aren't dead yet is miraculous, but I doubt it's good for you." Sydney stopped her reply to glaze her eyes over him.

"Scratch that. I know it's not good for you."

He crossed his arms in a small bout of self-consciousness and let out a sigh.

"Do you have these healing potions?"

"Nope! But I have the stuff for them; I can have it ready pretty soon. You want to look good for your little girlfriend, righ-?"

"Don't." Sydney raised an eyebrow at him, mouth still open with the last of her words. She put a hand on her hip and formed her lips to make new ones.

"Don't what? Talk about Shelby? She's my friend too. Whether or not you like it, we can agree that was the best thing for her. You can be upset, sure, but it was only a matter of time before she left. You know that you couldn't be with her forever, Herobrine."

With a shake of his head, he dropped the glare he'd been holding on the woman.

"You offered tools. If the offer is still open…" his voice drifted away as his eyes did the same. They stopped on a shadowed figure in the distance, in a single motion he side-stepped the brunette and pulled loose his sword. With a second motion he strode forward silently, breaking his 'dance' only to silence Sydney, and raised the sword from his hip. With the third motion, he threw.

Startled by the sound of the obsidian blade hurtle away from them, Sydney spun around. He ignored her and walked towards the recipient of the sword he'd thrown. It was a spider that had wandered from the forest and to the edge of the small clearing. He retrieved the blade swiftly from the head of the creature and watched it disintegrate. A finger tapped him on the shoulder.

"The potions will be done by nightfall and I've got a few spare tools you can have."