Hot thoughts all in your mind all of the time
I'll hold it to my rhyme
-Spoon, "Hot Thoughts"

It had been a week since their return. She knew that by the rotations of the infirmary staff.

Mere moments after she had kissed Minako did she discover that the blonde was burning up from a fever. The outburst; sure it could have been blamed on that, save that she knew it was too real and far too meant. Minako had finally had enough and the guilt weighed on her for that tipping point to be met in such a manner. More so as she was the catalyst by way of giving life to that little voice that had no right to live.

Something that she had dwelled on now, not really then. Stress, lack of sleep, maybe even food, the fighting, the shuttle, and then the crash. All those things could attribute to it but it could be more too. She had managed to break through her stitches, prompting another worry; was the arrow poisoned after all? Something slow to act, waiting just for the right moment that the blonde's heart rate spiked heavensward? There were more than a few chances for it to…

The blonde had given her a look, even buried under the haze of fever and pain there was that fleeting bird of hope before eyes that were too blue, too pure, rolled backwards. In her hands her body had gone limp and for once, Minako could no longer hold to that Commander persona that let her do the impossible.

She collected her form, making sure she didn't forget her sword; the blonde would probably seriously hurt herself otherwise over its lack of presence, before she rushed back to their encampment as safely as it was possible. At the sudden stand up of Makoto at the sight of their arrival she spoke, "She has a fever, bad." It seemed to placate the woman though she still gave her a sour look.

"Look, I apologized to her already alright? I fucked things up, I admitted it, and she hopefully accepted it. There's more important things to do right now." To herself she thought the addendum, "So fuck off until I am ready to hit you back."

They all saw to the blonde though, laying her out on someone's cloak who still had one; probably Ami's, while the Mercurian checked her vitals the best she could. Makoto was off and moving, scouring the treeline and forest floor for something that she felt would help. The Princess even pitched in, handing over one of the canteens of water that they had managed to bring with them from their shuttle escape. The fever confirmed, the remains of whoever's shredded shirt was thoroughly soaked in water before quickly flash frozen then placed across the back of Minako's neck and across her face. Two other scraps went to her wrists, all in an effort to cool her down.

Shortly after Makoto returned with a handful of plants pulled from the ground. Leaves were plucked and roots washed off before some sort of tea was being seeped. A herbal remedy that they'd get Minako to drink to help combat her fever.

The sun in the sky was moving overhead, getting ready for another plunge behind the treeline that was the horizon. It would signal the end of daylight. A few clouds were scattered across that expanse of blue, but none that would deny them the ability to navigate by way of stars. That was the goal, to use such celestial bodies to help figure out just where the fuck they were and importantly after that, determine how to get back. For a few hours then they just had to make sure Minako could pull through, then they could begin.

There was still a question of if anyone received their distress signal and if so, was anyone on their way.

Thinking back on it she was pleasantly surprised that they had pulled together without Minako's direct influence. Then again, they had pulled together because it was Minako's influence. They were doing this for her, after all. At the very least, they all could put aside trivial and petty bullshit to see to someone they all liked for their own reasons back to safety. The Princess? Well, she was a concern sure but the blonde trumped her for the moment.

Her eyes looked at the sleeping blonde in the medical bed, a few tubes connected to her arm that were in turn, connected to bags of some sort of fluid. The contents of the bags dripped within, a slow but still steady enough process. Her knowledge of things like this was fairly limited, but she knew that while on Mars, the same things were connected to her. They served to help fight dehydration in addition to giving her body sustenance.

It got her to thinking that, one thing was for certain, it was rare that they ate decently.

She tried to recall if, while on the freighter, the blonde had even ate anything. The shuttle was dry crackers that was a feat within itself to consume, the freighter though… She had lost track of Minako after the shower, being directed to eat herself but she hadn't seen the blonde do the same.

"Gods dammit Minako…" There was no one else here, no infirmary staff, no sobbing Princess nor fellow … whatever really the rest of them were considered. It was just her and the Venusian. No one but them to hear that particular curse.

Huffing a sigh she sat back in the chair. For the most part, she spent a lot of time with her. She did eat though and take care of her own hygiene. Ami stopped by to check in on her, and even Makoto though there were some barely not hidden glares levied back and forth. As far as the Jovian was concerned, this was all her fault.

It wasn't her fault. It was everyones and anyone's fault. The fault lied with the entire Cosmos; she sighed, Minako and her vocabulary. Funny how she picked up on it. One last shake of her head and she picked back up the book she was slowly reading, leaning back slightly in the chair to get comfortable.

She had taken Minako's things to her room once they were in the Palace and saw her to the infirmary. Perhaps it was her responsibility to do so, or maybe she just did it because it was one thing at least that she could do. Putting her things away gave her some sort of degree of accomplishment, something she could be proud of. When she dwelled on it, she knew what it truly was. A thing she could control when surrounded by things she could not. After putting away what little remained in the first place; her breastplate, that stupid helmet, falchion, and chain, she stood for a moment in a feeling of helplessness.

The things meant nothing if the woman herself wasn't alright.

Her eyes passed over the room, really seeing it for the first time. Beyond the bed that she knew, a dresser similar to her own on one wall. A closet that she never really looked in but suspected that it was probably full of the same things hers was; dresses, gowns, a cloak or three, and heavier clothing for the winter.

Martian winters and Lunar ones… she would have to ask on it.

A thick, woven rug that looked like a star burst. A stand for her armor, another for her sword and chain. A place for boots and sandals, filled save for one spot being the boots she wore. The sun came through the window she also knew. A mirror on a wall with a much smaller vanity table under it held a few hair brushes and other things that she couldn't quite name, fingers skimming over out of some need to do so. A smaller fireplace than her own, the contents showing either the blonde cleaned it to be spotless or she just never used it. She suspected the latter; the grating and poker looked pristine and freshly forged. For that matter, there was no wood stacked nearby. Purely for decoration purposes then The room, plain and rather simplistic, held one other thing that her room did not. A single shelf on the wall, holding a singular book and a picture frame.

Funny how she never noticed it until now.

Carefully she collected it, looking at the image within the glass frame with reverence. Three people smiled back at her, a man and a woman and a small child. A blink of her eyes and she placed it; Minako's parents and herself, maybe at four. The blonde looked like a dead ringer for her mother; they could be sisters at this point in life. Her father looked exceptionally sharp as well, dressed in what she assumed was the Venusian army uniform, all crisp lines and white and yellow. It was a drawing, carefully sketched out and then filled in slowly with colors. Almost like a painting save it was more delicate, vivid and stark yet warm and inviting all the same.

Minako looked adorable, too bright eyed and somewhat shy, if her hiding partially behind her mother was any indication. But the smile was still slaying as it was the last time she saw it, swallowing hard before putting it back carefully. How long had it been since she saw what remained of her family? For that matter, her home that she knew?

She frowned.

Her eyes passed over the book, seeing what was once gold lettering on the spine but long since worn away by age and handling. Opening it, words in Common stared back, One Summer Day. Her Common wasn't that great but suspecting she'd have the time, she collected it to read.

It was a slow going affair at first, trying to recall the intricacies of Common compared to her native Martian. When she first started, if she could read through a page in an hour she felt that she was doing good. Now though, by the fourth day, she was nearing the eighty-seventh page. Not that it was a gripping story; it wasn't really to her. Not that it was a subject matter she knew; two young women in some countryside as near as she figured that were friends. It just seemed like something Minako wouldn't be interested in. It seemed boring, almost predictable yet she found herself still reading it of course.

Until she started the next page. She felt her eyes go wide and her features heat, eyes slowly translating the rather detailed scene between the two women transcribed in the book.

"What page are you on?"

Without a second thought she answered, hardly paying attention that it was just Minako and her in the room. "Eighty-eight."

"Mm that's a good part, though really the scene on two hundred sixty-three is better."

With a start she dropped the book, looking up to see the blonde looking rather bemusedly at her, though slightly tired. Her mouth opened to formulate some sort of words but Minako beat her to it, "Who'da thought that you'd be reading a famous Venusian love novel. A rather graphically explicit one at that."

Her features tried but failed all the same to display both a scowl and a blush. Both fought for dominance and had an equal right to be shown, but her face opted for some sort of frown before she shook her head. Picking the book back up she closed it, setting it aside.

"The fact that I'm here means something significant happened. You should probably tell me what it is, but first I want to know when I can leave. That door should be opening right about-"

On cue, the door opened and one of the staff members stepped inside, followed by another. Triggered by the wakening blonde, something that was connected to her had alerted them. Maybe they knew, maybe it was their procedure, but they were quick to arrive before their patient could slip out the door.

Any chance to talk to Minako in privacy was lost. Between the infirmary staff that were reluctant to let the blonde to to finding Ami right outside, the opportunity never presented itself and was likely impossible to occur until much later.

Why alone though. Likely a lot of reasons, foremost though was just to apologize.

She scowled to herself. Until the blonde came into her life, she never had to do so before. Yet here it was again, last time was her fault. This one… she sighed, following more than a few paces behind the two ahead as Ami answered the queries from their leader.

"The Queen isn't here. We saw two shuttle launches when we were making our way back, before we found our rescue party. One was the Terran, the other we found out was the Queen, off to Pluto."

"Probably some bullshit emergency…" The blonde muttered once they were inside the sanctuary that was their common room. She immediately slumped to the designated couch, staring at the ceiling. The medical staff had changed her from uniform remains to pure white, drawstring pants and a baggy shirt. Things she wouldn't admit to regarding how they looked on her. "It figures. What else?"

"The Princess is with Luna for detoxification over what she saw in Terra. Artemis requested when you were up to it that we all have a meeting to discuss the ramifications. He was not aware why the Queen had to leave so suddenly, and neither him nor Luna were privy to any conversation between the Queen and Terran."

"Just ramifications for Terra or what? Is he going to explain why Rei can produce fire from her fingertips, or how Makoto summoned bolts of lighting?"

A shrug came with Ami's words. "Your guess is as good as mine."

While the two talked, sitting on couches opposite of each other she looked at the small, but rather functional kitchen that was in the room. She placed the book on the table; oh certainly she knew what it was now, with a mind to collect it later. She had been wrong; it was entirely the type of book that Minako would read. Unassuming completely, until she had turned the page. Staying busy would keep her mind from dwelling on the scant bit she had started to read. To hear that there were more; at least one, and more graphic than what she had just started?

Right, the kitchen. Typically manned by Makoto and honestly, though possessing a higher technology than she was used to, she did at least know how to set on a pot for hot water. Withdrawing mugs and a bowl, tea leaves came next. The Jovian might be the chef, but tea was something she more than knew from her childhood. It did not take long for the kettle to boil; surprising that.

As she carried the tray, loaded by mugs, tea, and a still piping hot kettle, she tuned back into the conversation.

"I've placed an order for parts from Mercury. Barring any new embargo or tariff in place, they should be here in two months. I've tried all the repairs I can without raising suspicion, but I can't fix the fact some part of the shuttle punched a hole clear through it."

Minako was curled to one side of the couch, using the arm rest as a brace to prop her head up. "Speaking of that, no one's pissed about the shuttle right? I think the bill from that freighter is still on board."

She set the tray on the small table, earning her looks from both. Ami's was nowhere as bad as a glare that Makoto pulled, but the blonde caught it. With an exaggerated sigh she rolled her eyes, pushing up to sit better and fix them both with her own look. "New topic. The elephant in the room."

"What's an elephant." She never heard of the term before, not to mention, it sounded weird to her as she fumbled over the word.

"Where's Makoto?" Was the response she received in turn.

Why bother asking, as the door opened and the woman of topic stepped within. "Heard you were outta the medics!" Promptly she exclaimed before a dour look came to her face, spotting the situation she graciously walked in on.

"Goddess…" Minako trailed off, taking a deep breath before she turned her attention fully to them, a look that said the Commander was back. "I was out of line to lose it in front of not only you both, but the Princess as well. Regardless, I will not tolerate this dissention. Work it out between you before I work it out for you." With that, she moved over, collecting a mug to add tea leaves to, before pouring the still boiling water within. It was rather practical but she could tell that the blonde had never done a tea ceremony before.

"Work what out?" Confused, and with the door shut, Makoto sunk down on the couch next to Ami.

"You hit Rei."

"Well… she deserved it!"

She felt herself begin to bristle at that, flaring heat of passionate anger welling within.

"That's a piss poor reason and you know it. That would be like slapping the Princess just because she cries all the time about inane shit. You hit her, outside of a spar, whether or not she," the blonde's hand rose, the other holding her mug, to bounce two fingers down then up, "deserves it is bullshit. I won't tolerate it."

"But…"

At Makoto's sputter the blonde didn't let up. "What happened should not have happened and it did. I'm not going to throw it under the rug and pretend it never occured. I am not going to let all this suffer because of a hissy fit. You all are better than this."

They all at least could look guilty, herself included. Minako took the moment to sip on her tea, wincing at the heat and likely scalded tongue. She felt like sighing; it was hot. Didn't anyone bother to check for things like that?

Muttered apologies finally were issued, their sincerity difficult to gauge but at least the blonde didn't roll her eyes too much at them. "Fine. Tomorrow you're all doing laps and two hours of calisthenics."

Three voices joined in, each some variation of no way, not fair, and why.

"Because for one, you shouldn't have been able to hit Rei, so that tells me that Rei wasn't paying attention. Two, I've seen how you two have sparred recently and it looks more like a staged fight if I ever saw one, and three…"

"Three?"

"It builds character."

The collective groan followed, before she contributed to more of the conversation. "What about you."

"Me? I'll be out there too. What kinda Commander would I be if I wasn't?"

"The infirmary staff-"

The blonde cut her off, "Can kiss my ass. If I am issuing some team building exercise, then I will take part in it. End of story. Now, I'm going to enjoy this tea you brought, then I am going to go sleep in my own bed. You all figure out your issues that does not involve fire, ice, lightning, or your weapons. If I see any of you with any marks in the morning…" Minako left it at that, though the effect was somewhat lost as she raised the mug to sip from, a longer amount this time as it had cooled.

She caught the gaze of the other two, concern fighting its way through their disagreements. It was actually something that had come up as they were walking towards the Palace. Plus, having spent the time in the infirmary watching over her, she found out a lot. Having nothing else really to lose she looked at the blonde who, at least, was finishing off her drink. "We'll do that, as long as you eat. You got sick partially because all you had to eat in two days were stale crackers. Before that you hardly ate to begin with. You want to be Commander fine, but that reflects on us just as much. Take care of yourself and we'll all get over our issues."

Daresay, did she just stun the blonde? The mug was posed still to her mouth, hand steady just as her gaze was. It took a few moments, those moments in silence as no one moved, before they finally began to narrow.

Now or never.

"We want you to delegate some of this to us. I get that you're probably going to laugh and say why when we're being childish, but we're all concerned about you. Maybe you think it was bad that you had a moment, but really it was the best thing that could have happened. You've been here longer than us, you were stuck doing everything on your own, but we're here now. Let us help. Otherwise, we're all just here for whatever reason it is that the Queen can't even bother to share with us. I … would rather be here for you."

There it was. The mug trembled as she found the weakness in the blonde's armor. Tears gathered, welling, and she knew she struck the necessary nerve. She reached Minako first but barely by seconds as both Ami and Makoto joined in, engulfing their leader, really the only person who had been honest with them, in a hug. Somewhere along the way the mug had been retrieved and placed out of the way.

Then and there, they found their resolve.

Though Minako still said, a long while later, that they still had laps to run but she'd relent to just an hour instead of two of calisthenics.

Fair enough.

With a groan she flopped down on the ground to sit, falling back to the grass mere seconds later. The sun drifted lazily overhead, a few more clouds gathering in the sky. Though the sun was present it felt noticeably cooler than before, and she knew it had nothing to do with the cooldown stumble she had done after completing the run.

Minako had relented a bit more when they arrived to their training area. The push ups and sit ups were not so bad, save for after a while she felt her stomach burn and her arms ache. Still the blonde pushed them onwards through another set of ten, then it was lunges all over the yard, from one end to the other. Next was the obstacle course, consisting of bars to swing from to travel, walls to climb, logs to duck under and slide over. At the end was a rope swing, landing to start running.

When she finally reached the end, signalling the end of their remedial training, she had stumbled off a few paces before walking in a slow circle with her arms above her head. They had staggered their run of the course to not interfere with each other and she had been picked to go first.

After a few minutes she found herself on the ground, waiting for the others. That was when she noticed the cooler temperatures, blinking slowly. How long had she been on the Moon? Not long she knew but it still felt like a lifetime at times. Were the seasons changing, or something more?

Heavy footsteps drew her attention back as Ami collapsed next to her, out of breath. No words were offered but it was alright all the same. Their issues had been resolved as well as they would have anyway; any lingering aggravation came from simply not knowing.

It was too commonplace. She didn't like it.

Makoto joined them next, outrunning Minako by half a dozen steps; apparently they had raced each other the entire course.

A few playful jabs exchanged later and the blonde pushed back up to her feet, looking them over. "Alright. Now I could tell you all to practice but I think for today, it's alright. I heard that a salvage crew found the shuttle and are hauling it back to the Palace for Goddess knows what reason. Artemis would like to meet with us for dinner around 6, so you're all free until then. Tomorrow we're running this course again, with weapons, so look forward to that. Dismissed."

"Ugh but why?" The loan, groaning complaint came from the Jovian. It made sense; a spear wasn't exactly easy to lug around on the course.

"Do you mean to tell me Makoto, that the enemy," the blonde began, pausing for emphasis as she went. "Is going to go 'Oh, here I'll wait right here for you to go secure a weapon! I promise not to try to chop off a limb or slice at you while you're figuring out how you and that pretty little spear is going to get over this conveniently placed rubble!' Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Pfft no, I woulda just chucked it at him, problem solved. Ain't my fault y'all have portable weapons that are easy to carry."

"Nor is it mine that you didn't opt for an axe. We're running this with weapons tomorrow. Keep it up and everyone can thank you for having to use our training gear, which, I might remind you, has no sheathes or scabbards for any of it."

"It'd kinda serve you right… Minako, it ain't practical to swing across bars or climb walls with a spear! Besides, I'll just call down some lightning and take 'em out that way!"

"The only single time you did that, you set a forest on fire."

"So? It worked!"

"Tell me that when you can pinpoint it to strike only enemies, not allies, or friends, or me. It's an area attack, simply put. Your spear, like it or not, can't easily be countered by most people, more so if you treat it like a quarterstaff. Regardless, tomorrow, weapons, and get over it. Now, anything else, before the training gear comes out?"

She really wasn't in the mood to run it again and she suspected no one really did either. Makoto said nothing, at least accepting it that the course would come tomorrow and it was better that way.

"Is this a formal dinner?" The Mercurian asked, possibly to keep the Jovian from having them run the course again.

"Nah, he said it was informal. He thought to dine with us in the room as opposed to somewhere in the Palace. While I really don't like him there, I'm also not in the mood to dress up for our adoring public. The meal is handled by the staff who will be there long enough to set it up then they're out. Dress casual, he said we're on break anyway which is why I'm not trying to draw up another report. The Queen being gone for such an anticipated long time means there's no planned bullshit to deal with for a while. I'll see you all around then; he'll be waiting outside." With that, she turned, making her way to head back and leaving them to their own devices.

It wasn't like she was exactly avoiding the blonde. Minako seemed to want some time to herself, maybe to better process everything. Time spent in the infirmary wasn't really time she could have spent doing anything save for recovering, given she was out for so long. The arrow had turned out to have a mild, but unique enough, agent applied to it. The staff extracted what they could of it, since it had dried on the arrowhead. She had wrapped it though and placed it in her pack, and really now, she was glad she had.

Eventually the sample went to Ami to study, giving her something else to do since her computer was inoperable after the shuttle crash all but destroyed it. So far no one had been able to determine what it was. Perhaps it really was nothing, just a trick that would make one believe it was something more. A ploy; she wouldn't put it past the Terrans. She was racist; try as she preferred not to be, no one liked Terrans and the reasons were piling up.

Showering and changing to her uniform for the simple reason she didn't want to be questioned by anyone, she brought Phobos and Deimos with her back outside, finding that their training area was probably going to be the quietest place there was. It wasn't fair to either raven to be kept inside so much; she did open the window often to allow them to come and go as they pleased, but as much as she didn't like Terrans meant that she didn't trust Lunarians.

Sitting back on the bench she sighed, watching the two fly about, landing on training and target dummies alike before they would take flight again, investigating the obstacle course that she had ran that morning.

She hadn't had a vision, at least one that she would consider to be one, since they arrived back. Feelings though, a voice that resonated in her mind only… she thought originally she was the only one who was susceptible to visions and voices until Minako experienced them too, just before they met the Queen. What really did it all mean, warnings of the future? The past? When they were limited to just Mars she felt she could process it, but being on the Moon seemed to make them worse. Maybe worse wasn't the right word, but more frequent, more widespread.

Answers.

It was something they were always in dire need of.

It was close to three, if she had to guess, when she went back inside. The day continued to feel cool, the sky some partly cloudy wonder. It hadn't rained, but by the clouds she had a feeling it might do so. Rain was rare on Mars; it happened but not as frequently as many would like. Mostly it was wind and dust storms, rain … she wondered at times what it could be like. A soft rain, maybe a hard one with storms? She knew what lightning was at least; it wasn't just Makoto's sudden production of it, but her home was a harsh one. Maybe it would be softer here.

No one stopped her or so much as looked at her as she traversed the halls, and no one was inside their room, at least out front. There was a fire going but it was unattended, casting warmth and light within. It felt … cozier here, more personable. A glance at the clock told her the time; plenty to change and do something still. If it was going to be an informal setting, then she was going to dress comfortably. She hated that the uniform was starting to feel comfortable, that it was something she was used to. To be honest, there were a lot of things that she was starting to dislike, or continue to dislike, uniforms joining that list.

Shaking her head she went to her room, encountering none in the hallways. There was no telling where everyone was at, but it really wasn't important either she suspected. Instead, she shut the door, watching as either raven flapped off to the temporary home that they had. She opened the window, watching as they both flew out of it. Apparently they were not ready to come back inside. Shrugging, she changed from her uniform back to her robes, another frown maring her features as she put them on. They didn't feel the same; damn the uniform. Heaving a sigh she grumbled mostly to herself, rolling her shoulders to try to settle the fabric better before she gave up in a huff, stubbornly deciding that it would feel comfortable, like it or not.

Her eyes passed over the book. She had meant to return it to Minako yesterday but yesterday happened too. Continuing reading it probably wasn't wise but it certainly didn't stop her hand from picking it up, or taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Maybe just a few more pages; that certainly wouldn't be a bad thing right? She was only on page eighty-eight; whatever scene Minako had been talking about was ages away. She'd never read it after all; this was only meant to pass the time until dinner, then she could return it.

It happened so fast, but that's how it always happened, wasn't it?

Her eyes and attention were engrossed in the book, greedily reading in each and every detail while envisioning it within her mind. It was like being there, Gods for that matter like she was one of the participants for that matter. How long ago had her breath started to hitch just in that way she really wasn't sure and certainly wasn't paying attention to how hot she was feeling, or how she was feeling, or that throbbing ache that was resonating throughout her.

It took far too long for her mind to process that there was a soft breath against her ear, a soft breath that was almost panting or maybe it was her own breathing. Something warm, slightly wet, teasing against the outer shell of her ear and then words. Whispered words that she couldn't comprehend, not at the moment, before the book was abruptly plucked from her fingertips.

"He-hey!" She looked up, probably guilty as sin, to be met with Minako. The blonde, with a rather knowing smile at that, in a soft sundress that looked rather familiar merely turned the book to face her, skimming over the page before looking up, over the pages, at her, before that blue gaze went back to the pages.

She was still trying to reclaim her breathing and function over her body. Allowing her eyes to go unfocused helped a bit, it it was still too slow for her liking. Damn. Damn this and her traitorous body, especially the desire. Especially that part, feeling it tighten its grip on her once her heart rate suddenly spiked, all from the feel of Minako's lips just below her earlobe.

A gasp as her eyes fluttered, another rallying try on her senses that continued to slip through her grasp. She watched; how could she not? as the blonde merely set the book aside on her dresser, turning to look back at her and meet her gaze that felt far too intense. "So, how do you like the book?"

Her mouth opened to formulate words but none were actually issuing like she had expected or hoped them to. For her efforts she received a soft giggle, the blonde leaning back against her dresser just to continue watch her make a fool out of herself. Taking in a deep breath she felt the beginning of a fume, breathing out heavily through her nose as she downplayed it all. "It's alright."

"Mhm." The other woman tilted her head slightly, trailing her gaze along her from her toes to her eyes, that smile still playing at her lips. "Cylxis or Resia?"

"Resia." Without a thought she replied; they were the two females in the book. It was Resia telling the other what to do, directing her under a rather domineering yet sensual presence and series of words, before she felt her features heat anew, looking up at the blonde in a controlled panic. "Wh-why?"

"Mm, explains a lot." She offered nothing more, really only a bare shrug that was stoking those internal fires higher. Pushing off the dresser she made her way to the door; it wasn't really that far away but it seemed like Minako made it take twice as long, a sway to her hips, allowing her sundress to flutter and hint. It felt far too hot in here again, despite the open window. She turned, a hand on the door handle, "Artemis will be here in fifteen minutes… you may find it worthwhile to change your panties else discover how uncomfortable it is to be in them for long periods of time." It was almost mocking, save that it was far too knowing. "Who knows, maybe if things go well… you'll find out just why that is my favorite scene, Priestess."

The door opened then was shut, leaving only silence and the faint sounds from outside.

She flopped back on the bed with a groan.

A/N: lol sup 'I have an iphone and don't know half the functions on it' fellow person. I will say though, it allows me to write during lunch so there's that.

Dinner with Artemis comes with a lot of answers, next chapter. This is when I start realizing that I need a beta or that I should have taken notes so I don't contradict things. Something tells me though that rereading this myself for note/question values is going to happen far before a beta appears.