Month of Wyvern Moon - Infirmary Duty

Chapter 23

"Do you have any idea about the danger you put yourself in?" Lady Rhea's voice hovered on the edge of a pending storm as she looked down at me. "Not only did you act unthinkably, you also brought another student along. How could you be so reckless?"

I stood with my head bowed apologetically as the archbishop lectured me sternly about the dangers and panic, I had caused with my most recent stunt. Apparently, the truth had come out in Professor Byleth's report. The new professor had been deeply troubled when both Ashe and I had turned up missing, and it had caused something of a commotion when we had disappeared without a trace.

I kept my face blank, and took the lecture without any word of defense or protest. I had figured out long ago when those in power were angry to just ride the storm out and appear submissive, waiting out an opportunity.

I flicked a fleeting glance at Seteth. The archbishops lead advisor was also listening to the lecture, but Seteth offered no words of advice or of lecture. The advisor's mouth was a thin line of fraying patience. If I had to guess, I would have bet money that Seteth was busy wishing he could be at Flayn's side.

I internally sighed as I thought of my friend and the wild rescue attempt, I had just attempted. In hindsight everything Lady Rhea was voicing was inexplicably true, but I had a hard time regretting my decisions. As I was shuffled from the infirmary to the conference hall, I had happened to overhear that the rescue had just barely made it in time. The infirmary maids who had tended to the unconscious girls whispered in hushed voices that Flayn had lost a significant amount of blood. The other student we had rescued was named Monica. The Black Eagle student had gone missing the year prior.

I had kicked up a small fuss as I was marched off to my current meeting with Rhea, refusing to move until I knew what happened to Flayn. Seteth's strong arm had relaxed a bit as he calmly informed me that outside of their current condition, both girls were expected to make a full recovery in due time.

Anxious, with one more look over my shoulder, I had nodded and followed Seteth towards the heavy wooden doors that led into the archbishop's audience chamber.

I sighed again, the lecture droning onwards about my responsibilities and values with no end in sight. Still keeping a carefully plastered look of apology on my face I looked down. I still possessed a copious amount of dirt and grime on my uniform from the trip, having been forced to report to the archbishop's office as soon as we had got Ashe and a few of the other student's who had been injured in the fight with the Death Knight taken care off.

Bits of mysterious clumps clung to my boots and knees, as several bruises and shallow scrapes were making themselves known now that the excitement was wearing off. My headache was still bothering me as well, and it made the lecture all that more difficult to concentrate on. I half expected Lady Rhea to just order me out of her sight, but the longer the lecture went on the less I began to suspect the archbishop was going to dismiss me and was more or less simply venting her frustrations with my behavior.

I was dazing in and out as the smell of sewer continued to fester around me. The doors behind me opened wide and the archbishop halted her speech as Professor Byleth entered the chamber. "Ah, professor, how kind of you to join us. How fares the recovery efforts?"

Byleth didn't look at me as the Professor, still fresh from battle herself, finished making her report. The professor offered very little in the way of emotion as she deadpan delivered an update on the current situations. "The investigation is underway, and we are fairly positive that the Death Knight is Professor Jeritza. In better news, everyone is expected to make a full recovery, even Professor Manuela. The other professors and I are working on shifting our schedules around in order to fill in for her class times. The only problem we are encountering is there is also a sickness going around Garreg Mach Monastery, so we are having issues filling all our roles in the infirmary."

Rhea turned her shaded eyes back to me, and I immediately sensed what was coming. "Ah, thank you for that update Professor. Lilianna, as it seems that you are not listening to me, perhaps you should enlist in assisting the infirmary. That sounds like a suitable punishment for your earlier behavior, does it not?"

Rhea glared down at me as if testing to see if I had anything to say in my own defense. Having none that I wished to share I held my tongue. Rhea's eyes narrowed as she scolded. "Had you listened to Professor Byleth and not wandered off you may have avoided this punishment."

Sensing now was the time to speak up, I shrugged. The impeccably long lecture had already indicated that Rhea would not risk throwing me out, I spoke my mind. "That's fine. I take responsibility for my actions and accept this punishment. However, if I may be permitted to speak?"

Rhea's voice was cold, but somehow distinctly offended. "You may."

I started speaking, "I managed to convince a soldier to take us to Flayn, reaching her much sooner than the Professor, and while it's regrettable that Ashe was injured, it is no less than what was possible under Professor Byleth's watch. I did not ask Ashe to follow me, when in fact, my explorations might have been more successful had he not followed."

There was a seething sense of disapproval that emanated all-round the room, but I pressed my case regardless. "Whether Ashe did or did not follow me, does not overly concern me, nor does the punishment. What does matters is, because Ashe did tag along, I was able to converse with the enemy units much more then I would have considered doing solo. The unit in question feared for his family and that he was conscripted, that whoever was employing him had the authority to conscript his entire family into service."

"That is hardly news." Seteth cut into my report. "Nobles of a higher standing can conscript and garner support within their own territories."

"Yes, but what I want to note is that his armor is from the Adrestian Empire…" I waited a second, tensing. I took a short breath. "...and that the troops were also under orders to capture me."

My revelation did it. Seteth shifted uncomfortably as Byleth folded her arms, as if waiting for me to explain. I rubbed my temple, feeling my headache growing worse the longer I spoke.

Lady Rhea's voice went from cold to frigid in seconds. I half expected ice to form in the room as the Archbishop stepped off her dais and approached me with sharp green eyes. "What did you just say?"

I stood my ground as the archbishop pressed me for more answers. "I said, the troops had orders to go after someone matching my description. I wanted to ask my informant for more information, but the professor's approach scared him too much and he broke under the stress. Fearing capture, he turned on us, and that caused us to kill him."

Having finished reporting what I thought of interest, I bowed deeply. "Now if you do not mind my grace, I would like to go rest before attempting to complete my assigned punishment. My head is killing me, and I want nothing more than a cup of tea and a bath."

I waited for the dismissal as I felt a hand on my greasy, sewer caked hair. "Wait just a moment."

Rhea prevented me from leaving as bid me to get up. The archbishop stroked the hair out of my face, peering closely into my wincing eyes. "Your condition is getting worse isn't it?"

I nodded glumly and Seteth shook his head, stepping in to make his own report. "I am still attempting to locate the origins of your request; I believe it might still be a ways away before I have anything to report on the matter."

"Hmm, that is interesting. Thank you Seteth, please continue your search and notify me if you have any progress." Rhea turned to me as her hand flickered to a while scaled claw.

"Yes, go rest my child. You may resume your extra duties once you have rested. I am sure your headache will subside in due time."

I gritted my teeth and gave another small bow before leaving the audience chamber.


I was halfway through following the archbishop's orders, having just returned to my chambers. The headache was just getting worse as I had snuck through secret passages in attempts to avoid any and all other conversations.

I returned to my room not long afterwards, barely able to see out of my left eye. I stripped upon entering, throwing the filth ridden clothes into the corner of the room before wandering over to begin the process of brewing a potent tea. As I was waiting for the kettle, I had a sudden idea.

A seemingly innocent red vial stared at from a small trinket bowl Ignatz had gifted me, just to the side of my freshly obtained tea leaves. As another not totally logical thought filled my head, a lancing spike of pain made me see stars. Desperate to stop the pain racking my head I pulled the cork on the vial trying to remember what Claude had warned me about.

"Thanks for the gift Claude…" I gritted my teeth as I poured the small vial into my tea and drank deeply. "With any luck you'll help me sleep..."

The drugged tea had an almost instant effect on me. My headache vanished and it was replaced in minutes by an overwhelming exhaustion that made me drowsy almost instantly. It was a challenge in itself to creep into the washroom in order to clean myself up. As I showered, I leaned my head against my arm, dozing, as the warm water pittered against my skin.

Half formed visions assaulted me the second I slipped into unconsciousness. Ashe died on the ground gasping for air from a gaping spear wound in his chest as I yelled his name, trying to heal him as the rest of the Blue Lions gathered around me with accusatory glares.

The image shifted from a fuzziness to a crisper sharpness of Professor Byleth wielding the Sword of the Creator against the man in Black Armor, the Death Knight. The Professor skillfully utilized her whip sword to fend off attacks and landing grievous blows that grated against the heavy armor as the grinning Skull laughed in delight.

I flinched as the image shifted to see Professor Manuela holding a mask with a concerned look. The professor walked down the hall from her chambers to knock on the door of fellow instructor Jeritza only to be allowed inside. It was easy to see Professor Manuela was unarmed as the knight closed the door behind her. Jeritza attacked in a flash with his sword as soon as the door closed. Manuela's scream echoed around my head as I watched the attack with a growing resentment. The sharp image changed as the Death Knight donned his armor and pushed the wardrobe out of the way.

I gasped as the grinning skull smiled eerily into the darkness and jerked myself awake.

During my unconscious visions, my shower had turned to a freezing temperature. I found myself shaking under the cold water. Claude's poison made toweling off a chore, and I shivered violently as I fought against the sleep agent just long enough to lay down in my bed and pull a cover over my damp, freezing form.

I fell back into the land of dreams and whirling visions.


The next morning, I woke up with beady eyes with an intense feeling of being soundly beaten as the normal banging on my door sang out at the dawning hour.

Grumbling I set about training, albeit a bit easier than I was used to. My slacking was not lost on some of my training partners.

"You're favoring your right side." Dimitri noticed as I lay on the ground staring up at the ceiling of the training grounds contemplating my life decisions. My most recent acquaintance with the floor was due having been thrown from not planting my feet properly.

"You don't say..." I huffed sarcastically as I let the Blue Lion help me up off the floor.

Dimitri's brow furrowed as he helped me get back on my feet. "You must have gotten yourself injured yesterday. Ashe informed us of what happened."

Immediately I felt my cheeks flare with embarrassment, questioning just what Ashe had told the entire Blue Lion house about our adventure.

It wasn't like Dimitri was admonishing me, he sounded genuinely concerned. "Your dedication to your training is admirable but do keep in mind that sometimes our bodies do need rest."

Dedue saw his chance to inject himself into our conversation. "Your highness would also be wise to consider your own words."

"I cannot so easily throw my training out the door; I need to get stronger." His grip on my hand tightened and I gasped in pain. "Oh, I apologize. I don't know my own strength sometimes. Are you injured?"

I moved my fingers back and forth suspiciously.

"I think I am alright." I winced as I pulled off my glove. "I think that's about it for me today...I have extra duties assigned so I am going to end up in the infirmary anyway today."

"I would be willing to take a look at it if you're going in that direction." Mercedes admitted as she put her own spear away. "I was just going to look in on poor Ashe and make sure he was doing alright."

At the mention of visiting Ashe, I looked around the training yard. The training grounds were suspiciously more empty, devoid of several loyal Blue Lion's students. "Come to think of it, I don't see Sylvain or Felix. Well not seeing Sylvain here first thing in the morning isn't a surprise, but how is Felix doing?"

Mercedes thought about it for a moment before she recalled what happened. "Oh, you didn't hear? Professor Byleth told him to take a break for a few days since he was in battle yesterday. Of course, Felix isn't remotely happy with the orders, but I suppose he might also be busy looking after Sylvain."

"So they were both hurt in yesterday's attack, huh?" I commented softly, the guilt and responsibility eating at my consciousness.

The next thing I knew Mercedes had grabbed both sides of my face and was gently cupping my cheeks. "Now don't you go blaming yourself for them getting injured! Sylvain knew what he was doing, that's just the way he is."

I leaned into Mercedes's hands, enjoying the care and touch as the healer smiled at me. "You know your kind of cute when you do that. Reminds me of Annie when she's upset, she makes the same kind of face."

I puffed my cheeks out, flustered by the comment. "Ahh...errr so, Felix is taking care of Sylvain then?"

"Oh, I wouldn't quite put it that way." Mercedes giggled and squished my cheeks together. "How should I put it; Felix is...looking after him?"

That's about as much as the healer would elaborate as she poked my nose with the tip of her finger. "So, let's get cleaned up and we can stop in and see them before we head up to the infirmary!"

I ruffled my hair looking after the smiling healer, feeling bewildered and confused. "Will they even be awake at this hour?"

Mercedes giggled into her hand as if she was in on some grand secret. "If the intensity of Felix's lecture was anything to go by this morning, I am pretty confident that they will be awake."


Mercedes and I cleaned up after training and she applied a quick bandage to my strained hand. She also kindly informed me that I had two very painful looking bruises on my back. The healer then spent a considerable amount of time tracing the scar pattern on my back, and it made us considerably later than I intended. With a wince of pain, I pulled on my uniform, and checked the time. A quick conversation later, we decided to forgo the morning visit to the Blue Lion's noble dorm room and in return we headed straight up to the infirmary.

Sitting at the check-in was my House's pink haired second-in-command. Hilda looked me up and down and then quickly assigned me the task of organizing and cleaning the supply closet. With a nod, I set about without so much as a peep.

Hilda was quick to notice my diligence and praised it lavishly as she looked it over in amazement. "Wow, Lilianna you did a great job here! You're so quick about it too! You have been such a great help. I am so glad I asked for you to be switched off of kitchen duty and to be put up here instead."

I finished putting several empty glass containers in a crate and labeled it for shipment. The label marked it for fragile travel to the apothecary for refills. Finishing marking the crate for travel, I ran over our checklist of supplies that we needed and filled out the order request form.

"So that was you?" I raised an eyebrow in mild surprise as I ticked off checkboxes.

"Well ya! Consider it a small favor. I just knew you had an eye for detail, it was such a waste to have you scrubbing pots! You are so much more beneficial to have up here! I mean look at what you have done with the place! It's almost glowing."

I finished my order request form with a moody scowl, now more aware of how word got to the Archbishop that I was suited for infirmary duty. "Don't be causing a fuss over chore duties. I'm just a commoner, so it's not worth the hassle."

Hilda pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. "Well normally I would totally agree with you, but only certain students are any good up here in the infirmary in the first place. There so many dangerous things here that we can't just assign anyone to help out."

"Uh huh." I pulled the request form off the clipboard and set it into the box. With a small hammer and nails I firmly sealed the crate shut. Once I was done sealing the crate, I looked at Hilda and gestured towards a crate at the door. "This one and that one over by the door need to be sent out for refills."

Hilda looked in amazement at both large crates. "Oh, were we that low on supplies?"

I couldn't tell if Hilda was just that dense to miss all the empty shelves and beakers or if she was faking the surprise. With a shrug I lifted the heavy crate and walked over to put it with its sibling, explaining while I walked. "The infirmary has its normal supply requests, plus what we have recently run out of over in that far crate."

I set the crate down and motioned to the box in front of me. "This one, I filled out a request form for extras. I checked Manuela's records, as spotty as they are, for the last few years, and decided that we needed some extra supplies based on some past trends."

I tapped the side of my face in thought. "That and ever since the accident last week with the training wall falling, everyone has been getting sick. Make sure to be washing your hands frequently."

Hilda gave me a pleased smile and clapped her hands together in joy. "See? This is the reason I thought you would be so good at working in the infirmary! I can't believe you went through the last few years' worth of records to order extra, on top of that you also knew about all the new patients in the infirmary!"

"Wait, what?" I looked up from scratching up documentation on what I had cleaned, reordered, and what levels everything was at in inventory levels and shot an alarmed look at Hilda who was standing in the middle of the room swinging her arms back and forth.

"Ohhh, I completely forgot! Yesterday while you were investigating Flayn's disappearance, a bunch of students checked into the infirmary with a sickness."

I paled and walked over to the other side of the room and got out a smaller crate, and promptly began packing it with even more glass bottles.

Hilda watched me pull more beakers off the shelves and pack it around the soft pine wood shavings. "Didn't I hear you say you were ordering extra?"

"How do you even manage the Deer's paperwork?" I snapped as she stopped swinging her hands and waited. I let out a heavy breath and went back to what I was doing. "Yes, I ordered extra, but that was before you told me that we had an influx of students who were sick. I was here just this past weekend when half of them were discharged!"

The implications of what I said just sank in and Hilda pursed her lips. "You totally think this is going to spread to the rest of the monastery! Oh! Gross!"

I nodded as she began making a beeline for the sink. "Just thinking about it makes me want to wash my hands!"

"You probably should." I commented dryly as I looked around for the clipboard I had just put down. I looked around and managed to locate the clipboard on a nearby shelf.

I began scratching out another order form and hastily put it in the box as Hilda washed her hands in the sink. I raised my voice to be heard over the running water. "Hilda, can you get someone to refill these right away please? I am sure you can find someone to carry them downstairs for you."

Hilda looked over her shoulder with a wink of her carefully made up pink eyes. "Oh certainly, if it means I don't need to go back into the sick rooms, I will put my best men on the job!"


I ended up missing my morning breakfast and all my morning classes as I was busy assisting the sickbay. Mercedes and I ended up being the only two that were remotely medically trained to assist, as Cereza was missing as was Linhardt. Mercedes worked alongside me while I measured out reduced portions out fever reducer and cough suppressants. While I worked with measuring and keeping track of our stock, the Blue Lion healer took temperatures and administered the medications as it seemed new patients checked in every hour.

"I asked Cyril to check in on the Black Eagle healers earlier this morning, but he hasn't returned yet." I admitted as I put a bottle back up into the cabinet. With a critical eye, I checked over the rapidly dwindling supplies with a worried gaze. I started to pray that Hilda had not simply slacked off when I informed her we needed those supplies reordered, and that she had not neglected the task of refilling the medication list like I had requested. If she had, I bit my lip in apprehension. I did some mental math and estimated that we were going to be out of our supplies within the next day or so.

Mercedes looked up at me as she took the temp of a young child who was red with fever. "Well, there is nothing to be done. If they are in their dorm rooms, at least they are not spreading the sickness everywhere."

"I, for one, do not have medications just lying about in my chambers." Both our gaze drifted to bed by the window. I rolled my eyes as I set eyes on the sharp eyed noble with pristine violet locks. Lorenz coughed wetly as he struggled to sit upright.

The noble had seen better days, as the sickness made him look paler than normal. I attempted to hold my tongue but couldn't hold back the offhand comment as he opened his mouth to protest. "Oh really? Would it be that you just happen to keep a lot of medications for minor injuries and such? I saw you tending to Leonie last month, just out of the blue."

I tapped my fingers on the countertop as I pulled a small pile of paperwork towards me. I picked up a quill as I looked back over at Lorenz. "Yes, I noticed you being nice for once. I thought it was interesting how you noticed rather quickly that she had sprained her ankle and was still trying to work. I was amazed when you came striding in calling her out, while still managing to be offended, and ordered her to put her supplies down so you could bind her foot!"

Mercedes giggled and I continued my story, while watching Lorenz turn a fair shade of pink. "Can you heaven contemplate my surprise, when you knelt down in front of her and just pulled out ointment like it was nothing? It was kind of admirable."

I couldn't tell if my story was causing Lorenz to blush or if it was just the fever he had, but he recovered with a cough to clear his throat. "But of course, it is a noble's duty to look after the common folk."

I shook my head at his statement and turned back to the paperwork at hand. I went painstakingly through each sheet, taking note of the stock levels while biting my lip. It was becoming painful as I bit down harder and harder as I watched the numbers on some of our more critical medications drip well below refill levels.

"How noble of you." I commented dryly not quite in a condescending tone but not quite in an agreeable one either.

Mercedes chipped in to try to soothe everything over. "Oh, it was so nice to hear about you helping her! Sending her off to rest while you took over her errands. Ashe went on about it for several days on how he aspires to be that helpful."

Lorenz turned to adjust his mountain of pillows, fluffing each one in turn. "I am delighted I could set such a fine example for him."

I just rolled my eyes. Just because Lorenz and I had come to an understanding of sorts, did not make him that much more tolerable.

"Thank the goddess Claude is head of the Alliance. If I had to deal with taking orders from that every week, I would probably dunk him in the pond in the height of winter." I muttered as I scribbled down a note.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Lorenz coughed weakly and I finally took pity on him.

Reaching over into the glass jar I grabbed a cough drop and a cup of water before walking over to him. I smiled sweetly, a smile white lie on my lips as I held out both the water and the cough drop. "Oh, I was just thinking about our supplies here. I am just a bit concerned but it is nothing to worry about. Here, try this. This should help soothe your cough."

Lorenz eyed my hand as Mercedes nodded. "That's really sweet of you Lilianna. Thinking about Lorenz like that."

I held back my retort as Lorenz accepted my offering with a touch of gratitude. "Much appreciated, where did these come from might I ask?"

Mercedes followed me as she set some medicine down on Lorenz's bedside table. "Oh, I believe Cereza and I made them earlier this week. They are a honey drop, kind of sweet but also really good for your cough or sore throat. They are rather good, aren't they?"

"Indeed, they are. What is concerning you about our supplies?" Lorenz didn't miss a beat as I returned to the stack of papers on the counter. I tapped the paper in front of me, feeling a bit distressed.

"Ah, it's just that we are running a bit lower on supplies than I would like. With Professor Manuela still recovering, and this sickness affecting the monastery, it seems that our typical stock is running lower than normal." I admitted reluctantly as I scratched away at the paperwork.

I continued scratching away at the paperwork as a few nuns and other shift regulars in the infirmary started to wander in. We put them to work as the lunch bell chimed in telling me I had missed my morning classes and that I was now in danger of missing my afternoon ones as well as my lunch.

I stretched as it seemed like things had started to settle down for once and I managed to locate Mercedes watching over a young mother and their toddler. "Hey Mercedes, I am going to head out and get some lunch, you should too."

"Oh, I will shortly, no need to worry about me. Professor Byleth understands." Mercedes continued watching as I felt something twist in my gut. "Well alright, if you need me, I'll be back up after classes. Alright?"

"Sounds good, I will see you soon!"


Having cleared my leave with the acting head of the infirmary, I waved goodbye and ducked into the room Flayn was sleeping in. Marianne, who had initially been in charge the day before, had sorted the injured people into one room and the sick ones into the other. The sick bay was quite a bit fuller then the injury one, so I was able to sneak into the room with ease.

Ashe was dozing. His arm bound in a sling and the heavy bandages around his shoulder told me he was still recovering. The faint sunlight filtering in from the window illuminated his face. The archer was still pale from blood loss, his freckles on his face were visible from across the room.

Manuela and Flayn were also resting, large bouquets of flowers stood all around their beds. Get well soon cards littered both Flayn and the Professor bedside tables, proving that they were indeed popular. However, it only took me a few seconds to realize I wasn't the only conscious person in the room.

Monica was awake and talking. I ducked my head down as Edelgard and Hubert spoke quietly, whatever they were talking about was in hushed voices. I managed to read some of Monica's lips, a technique I had picked up on the road. From what I could pick out, it had something to do with her recovery and the upcoming Battle of the Eagle and Lion.

The information didn't seem like it warranted such low voices, but so I assumed they were just being respectful. Either way with both Ashe and Flayn sleeping there was no reason for me to stay and I quickly dipped back out of the room only to run into Professor Hanneman.

"Ah, there you are Lilianna. Lady Rhea has instructed me to perform additional testing on your crest, so I was hoping if you had time that we could go back to my office."

I groaned internally but acquiesced. My stomach growled in protest to not just one missed meal, but two. "Yes, I have time."


Author's Corner:

Hello again! Long time so see! I am very sorry for the wait on the new chapters - but please bare with me! I am having a lot of trouble this holiday season and just need a little extra time to edit! On the bright side I have 2 new chapters to share! I hope you have some happy holidays!

On this chapter - we see the Lilianna is taking Rhea's lecture in stride and that she is at least a little bit apologetic for what she's done, but more in a way that she doesn't regret searching for Flayn just that others got dragging into the mess with her. So, she is baring full responsibility for her actions, and it looks like Rhea is looking to teach her a lesson by assigning her extra chores...aka Infirmary Duty. She ends up on a wild ride there trying to tame Professor Manuela's extreme disorganization and lack of paperwork, along with the chaos of everyone falling sick and using up supplies.

To her surprise Hilda is there to oversee the workings, but one has to question why the pink haired noble is there and pulling those strings to get Lili there working rather then scrubbing pots in the kitchen. (Truth be told I think she's volunteering so she can see someone more often...) Thus Lili spends her morning, barring through a headache of Claude's own design(Remember that Claude's poison is a knock out drug with a hell of a headache the next morning), but she isn't mentioning it(Its probably no where near as bad as the ones she gets with her crest activation, poor girl needs some strong pain killers and a backrub.) She checks in on the Ashe and Flayn and makes an effort to show up to classes...only to be halted by her professor asking for more tests on her crest.

-Truth be told chapters 23 and 24 probably could have been mashed together- but that would have made for a very long arduous chapter. So I split it out into two more bite sized pieces-We shall see where Lili ends up and what happens to her in the next chapter-as she has a little sit down with Ashe.

Also remember to like/kudo/follow if your enjoying the story! I love seeing those numbers and knowing you guys look forward to reading the new chapters! (Its so encouraging!) More so are the lovely comments you guys seem to drop! Thank you so much for them! They mean so much! See you soon! (Very soon! I'm going to try to get this next chapter edited and up later tonight...but most likely it will be posted tomorrow...)

P.S. - Another reason I haven't been releasing chapters is I had a headcannon, a short story for Lili and the other students at Garreg Mach Monastery for the holidays. (Its not quite inline with the story - but if you looking for a short holiday read with mostly fluff and a few good laughs please check out Adorn-the-Halls-With-Nocuous-Plantae. Its just as it sounds - I deck the halls with poisonous plants.