Boudica I

Her body was covered in blood, both her own and that of her slain foes. Her own weapon had been smashed in a strike she had not seen coming, too enraged in the moment to see that she had wandered into her enemies home, where the monster that had ruined her lived. In a moment her righteous vengeance was cut down, and she had been forced to lay on the cold stone that the palaces she had smashed into used as a floor. Around her, others fought the beast, the red beast that claimed to be the ruler of the whole world. She lost vision, and thought as the world turned dark that she had died a failure.

She awoke to a sound like thunder.

"BLADE WORKS!" she heard echoing around her, and she was no longer on the marble floor. Instead, she was now on nothing but barren dirt. The coldness was replaced with replaced with…nothing, not heat or cold, and yet the change was enough to keep her awake. She looked up into the sky, and felt her eyes almost explode from her head, as she saw giant, dark circles turn into one another, a sound like the scraping of blades singing through the air with each movement.

CLANG

No, that was the sound of a battle going on. She pushed herself to her knees, and looked at where the sound came from. She looked over, and before she could see the fight, she saw a field of blades. Sharp swords, axes, knives, spears, all sticking out from the floor of the desert, and leading down to where the sounds of the fight were occurring.

There was the demon in red, still dancing away from each strike from her opponent, yellow hair dancing after it had been knocked from the tight bun she had seen when she had tried to strike the monster dead. There was blood along her body, and for but a second, she felt her heart grow as she saw that with a few cuts, that some of it was the monstrous emperor's own.

And chasing, no…hunting the demon was another in Red. A tall man, also in red, with bronze skin and hair white as the first snow of winter. Boudica could see no other warriors, and her heart sank. When she had last seen the battle, there had been at least two other warriors that had been engaged in battle with the beast, but now it was only this one fighter.

But what a fighter. Unlike before, when every move was dictated by the Emperor's graceful attacks, this warrior was pushing her. Every strike was dictated by him, and the emperor continued to lose her grip on her weapon. She was forced to pick out weapon after weapon from the ground around her after each disarmament, all to try and protect herself from the Bronze Man's strikes.

For the first time since her husband left the realm of the living, she found a man beautiful.

'Fool,' a voice in Boudica could not contain its disgust, 'This is what you are reduced to now. Some little princess, begging for a man to finally save you. After everything you did, after all the people who died because of you, both from serving you and from your orders, you now sit like a little girl, watching others fight your battles.'

'It's not my battle anymore,' a second voice, closer to Boudica's own, responded, 'It never should have been my battle. If I hadn't forced the battle, my Kingdom would still be alive, my people would still be alive…'

'...my daughters would still be alive.'

He remembered the two girls, barely flowered, weeping as she held them. The Roman commander laughed at her face, holding a crate with all the gold from her village, and the feeling of pain emanating from her back, where they had flogged her. She had given them two spears, and less than a year later, they had burned the province's capital to the ground.

"We will have our vengeance, and you shall be the rulers of your own lives."

It had been her pact with her girls.

And that pact had led those girls and thousands of her people to annihilation.

And the symbol of that annihilation was fighting, still alive. While she had proved too weak to even scratch it.

'Fate is cruel,' Her own voice said.

'FATE is nothing,' the other voice shrieked, 'If you are so ruled by Fate, then cut yourself on the nearest blade, and end my misery!'

That was enough. The voice, the madness, that thing that had driven her to a berserk rage, had finally turned on herself. She would end her life, and finally be free of the torment. The Gods would surely have a punishment waiting for her, for her foolishness and arrogance. Her crimes would deserve eternal punishment. She reached out, no longer having her own blade, it long having been lost in the fighting, and reached out.

Her hand took a few seconds to finally reach something, but she soon found the shaft of a spear. She would have laughed if she could have. A spear, the exact weapon she had given her daughters. Yes, this would be the best weapon to send her to the afterlife, a final irony of the gods for her arrogance. She pulled with all her might to pull the spear into her hands.

It was stuck.

She pulled again.

It was still stuck.

She pulled a third time, and for a third time the spear remained impaled into the dirt.

"Come loose damn you," she groaned, the pain of her wounds still seeping through her body. Yet still the thing would not budge. Finally, her eyes flashed to the wooden shaft of the weapon, and she screamed, "WHY WON'T YOU COME LOOSE!"

The spear was stuck in the ground, but it was so because it was not the only spear in the ground. The spear she was handling was actually one of three of three, the middle, with two other spears tied around it, both also sticking into the ground, at slight angles to the main one. As she examined the three, she saw the markings on them. They were familiar…

"These…these…"

They were the spears she and her daughters had sworn vengeance with. The three of them, tied together in the same manner as when they had sworn beneath the fire to take revenge on the Romans. She felt the spears in her hands, and for a second, as she tried to pull them loose from the ground, she remembered the strong grip of her daughters when they took the spears within their hands.

Tears, which she had for so long believed had forever left her, began to gush from her eyes. She saw her girls, bodies bruised, but backs unbent, staring up at her, taking the weapons from her with steel in their eyes. She remembered their oath.

"That was fun, Umu."

The beast's voice carried over the desert of blades. Boudica looked up, and saw the Bronze warrior kneeling, exhausted somehow. The beast stood above him, on her shoulder was a longsword that seemed to shine in the dim light of this world, and with a hilt of blue and gold reflecting the light around her. As the creature continued to laugh, Boudica felt the righteous indignation build once more, and her hands gripped the spears with an ever greater tightness.

"...It's too bad I have to kill you now, you would have been very fun to keep around…" the emperor raised the blade over her head, preparing to swing it down and remove the Bronze Warrior's head from his neck.

SHUNK

"...what?" the Emperor looked down, and saw a strange celtic spear, impaling her through her belly. Blood began to pour out from around the spear, and soon also erupted from her mouth. She reached her hand up to catch it.

"That was for Heanua."

Boudica somehow found herself flying through the air, her left arm extended after having thrown the spear into her target. She then reared back her right arm, and aimed twisted herself with a second mighty throw at the beast. As her target attempted to turn to face her, Boudica loosed her second shot directly with all her might. The spear again hit true, striking her enemy right above the right breast as the Emperor turned to face Boudica. Suddenly, the Emperor lost control of all control of the right arm, and the blue and gold sword fell to the ground with a cloud clang.

"That was for Lennosea!"

Her scream only intensified, and then she pulled the last spear from the rope, previously tying the three together, which she had used to quickly attach the third and final spear.

She would take no chances. As the Emperor fell to her knees, pain and fear a horrific chimera over her face, Boudica landed right in front of her. As the Beast began to open its mouth to scream, Boudica shot her arm forward, and the tip of the third and final spear slammed directly into her enemy's right eye socket.

"AND THIS IS FOR ME!"

The force of the strike knocked the Emperor backward, and caused her to land on her back, folded over her legs and arms splayed out to her sides. The abject shock of the attacks was still written over her unmoving face. Boudica continued to scream at the freshly made corpse, her rage not subsiding despite the ruin that her attacks had caused on the source of her sorrows. She began to try and rip out the spear from the head, all to begin to attack the Emperor once more, when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Berserker," it was the Bronze Man, she saw as she glanced back, standing above her, having recovered from whatever the Emperor had done to stun him, "That's enough."

"Aaagh!" she screamed, returning her attention to her task as she continued to try and rip the spear out, causing blood and brain to begin to spill from around the shaft of the spear impaling the head. She even placed a foot on the other side of the head, to try and keep it steady while pulling the shaft out, but for some reason it would not budge. The accursed Roman was still fighting her as a corpse. Deny-

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, and in her rage turned and slammed her fist into his face. He didn't budge, looking down into her eyes, "That's enough Boudica…you won."

"How dare you!" she finally screamed at him. She punched him again, this time in the stomach, but again he did not flinch from her strike. She hit him again and again, and yet he stood there, taking each hit as not but a brief gust of wind, "How dare you," she said again, suddenly feeling her arms grow heavier and heavier, her arms not being able to keep up the pace of the strikes, "how…," she began to cough, her lungs struggling to continue to breathe, "how dare you…"

She felt her legs, stripped of energy and blood, give way. Just as she was about to collapse to the ground, she felt the second of the Bronze Man's hands catch her hip, and before she could have any control of what was going on, she found herself lifted into the air. He adjusted his hands quickly so he had one arm beneath her knees, and the other along the middle of her back.

Slowly around her, the metal sky began to fade away. In splotches, the metal rings in the sky began to disappear, replaced with the great white stone of the palace she had originally entered. The lavish red drapes and fabrics were torn, shredded, and, in a few cases, on fire. There was rubble of white stone and broken columns littered about the whole of the room. And in the window outside, the dark of the night was lit up by a dim red shine, that likely encircled all the city she had invaded. The Bronze Man, still holding her, seemed to be trying to find any of his comrades, looking back and forth, and marching towards the balcony as he attempted to get a better view of the carnage.

And Boudica felt her eyes once again grow heavy. She took one final look at the man holding her, and, without realizing it, she used what remaining consciousness she had to push her head up.

Just as the Bronze man noticing her movement, she was inches away from his face, and her lips-

Boudica's eyes opened once again. Around her, the metal confines of the kitchen reflected the artificial light of the buzzing bulbs above her. She looked back, and realized she had been lying against one of the Fridges in the galley of the Storm Glider, the cool metal relaxing her back as she laid there. A second later, she heard a slight brushing sound, and turned to see a pink haired woman with large ears and what looked like paws for hands and feet.

"Feeling better?" Tamamo Cat smiled at her. It was the same breezy smile she had gotten used to while working in the kitchens over the year or so of their acquaintance, and despite how annoying this servant could be, she appreciated the question. Boudica nodded her head at her comrade, and slowly pushed her way back to her feet.

"Thank you for letting me get some rest," she said, using the handle of the fridge to pull herself back to her feet, "With Master so injured, I believe I may have overtaxed myself," it was a good thing that unlike normal servants, the Chaldean System could allow servants to regain a moderate amount of stamina by doing normal human activities like eating or sleeping. It was a back up, especially if Master was there to provide mana.

But with Ritsuka still in the hospital bed last she had checked…

"No problem, woof," she laughed, adjusting her apron for a second. She had already had a nap the day before, when both Emiya and Boudica had been there to run the galley while she slept for six hours. It had been so slow that they could handle it, and it had remained slow even after Emiya had left for his mission.

'Emiya,' Boudica thought, raising her fingers to her lips, before shaking her head, 'Even in my dreams…'

"So," Tamamo Cat opened up one of the cabinets next to the fridge, and Boudica heard a rustling of metal instruments inside it. Finally, she returned and pulled with her two giant pots, "I was thinking, it's about 5 AM from old Chaldea time, and the first of the crew should start waking up soon," it had been a rough few days, but Boudica supposed that eventually the same general schedule would return to the remaining staff of the Chaldea organization, "So, why not get a big full breakfast going. You know, the works."

"We're going to have to be careful," Boudica groaned as she finally stepped forward. She appreciated being left to sleep for a while, but she was not as grateful to have been left sleeping up against the fridge. She wasn't as young as she used to be, "We don't know when we are going to be able to do a supply run like we could between singularities. Can't waste food if we can't resupply for a month."

Supply runs had honestly been some of the most enjoyable experiences while still at Chaldea. Every week or so, a team of servants and staff would join Ritsuka on picking up a huge amount of food and supplies to keep the base operating. Because they had more control over it, they were able to go to generally nice times and places, mostly stop and pick up lots of food, and many on the staff had taken to calling it shore leave. The servants had taken advantage of it too, using it to buy up things they would like, such as Mozart's piano or movies for Atalanta's girls.

"Fine," the maid whined, her ears flopping down dramatically as a massive frown covered the bottom of her face, "spoilsport, woof."

"Do remember," Boudica said, "please do keep the morale of our comrades in mind. They are probably not in the mood for many antics today. Not when so many of them are no longer with us."

"I know, I know," the bestial girl growled, "Spoilsport, Woof."

The two proceeded to check the pots, and then put out three large ones, more like three tubs really. They then got the water, and began working on making the mushy breakfast. It wouldn't be that good tasting, but at least it would fill up the stomachs of the exhausted crew, and prepare them to further adopt their new positions here on Storm Glider. Soon enough Sri, and the two other surviving cooks had arrived, Wannie and Karla. They were the last surviving cooks, after the old crew chief and the three older cooks had joined in the defense of the engineering team that had transferred the connection of the Throne of Heroes to the Storm Glider from Chaldea itself. They, like everyone else, had been slaughtered by Grigori Rasputin, a horrific monster that had apparently pledged himself to an alien God.

While they all had experienced loss, the work allowed them to slowly but surely push the issues they were experiencing to the backs of their minds. They all just quietly did their work, and soon the pots were steaming, and bowls were out.

Within an hour, dozens of staff that remained alive poured in, as did the first set of servants of the day. They tended to be the less technical servants, as at the moment, the operational servants were still doing tasks to allow Storm Glider to operate, and relieve some of the pressure on the human staff that was still alive.

"Gomenasai," a small, thin woman, with long black hair, and pieces of samurai armor covering her arms and legs, and only barely her private body parts, bowed as she accepted her bowl. Ushiwaka was a young woman of undeniable discipline, and as much as Boudica had come to accept the general cultural more of wearing relatively covering clothes in public, she admired the young girl's fierce determination to keep her own outfit as she pleased.

"Yes, thank you very much," Irisveil Von Eisnbern, a Dress of Heaven, nodded as well, her long white hair flowing as she moved, and her red eyes focused intently on Boudica herself. Boudica was less comfortable with her, but she respectfully nodded back.

"Yo," Mordred Pendragon sauntered in not a few moments later, "I'll take some grub," she then reached out, and snatched the bowl out of Boudica's hands. Boudica felt herself glare at the lightly dressed servant, and then growled slightly at the impudence of the servant. Ironically, the most impudent features, the slightly sharp teeth and the spiky hair made the whole encounter less enraging overall, because if Mordred looked like her father…

'Best not to think of that,' Boudica returned her attention to the pot, and continued to stir. In her previous life, she actually hadn't been much of a cook. But, after being brought to Chaldea following her singularity, she had taken it up as a way to feel useful. She had made friends throughout the whole thing, in particular with the staff, and it meant she was able to avoid just spending time with other servants. She appreciated many of them, but she couldn't help but feel that being spread out meant their disparate personalities were less likely to flare up. And it meant she could avoid servants she didn't appreciate at all very easily, especially in a place as large as Chaldea was.

The Storm Glider, on the other hand, was much smaller. Boudica felt her teeth grind when she suddenly saw a giant of a man walk through the doors to the mess hall. Shirtless, with rippling muscles up and down his body, closed eyes, and a mess of blue hair on top of his head, he waved, and Boudica felt her skin crawl.

"How's everybody doing?" he laughed aloud, and Boudica pulled up a bowl, and then slopped some of the oatmeal into it. She held it forward wordlessly towards him, and the Irish man looked down at it, "Porridge today. Guess that makes sense."

"Move down the line please," she added robotically. Fergus's eyes momentarily opened, and she could tell he was glaring at her, but he nodded, and then grabbed his bowl. As he began to move down the line, he suddenly flashed a smile at one of the other cooks, who blushed suddenly.

"Want to meet after the crowd's gone," he smirked at Karla, who looked away blushing, "I have a workout planned, and I think I found a private room on the fourth deck."

"Please move to your table," Boudica said, and then Fergus looked back at her.

He was outwardly easygoing, but she could tell that, for all his seeming serenity, he was angry with her. Fergus had slept with around two to three dozen women across Chaldea, and he wasn't about to let a little thing like the loss of that building and over sixty percent of the staff get in the way of continuing to satisfy his appetites. It as just his nature, just as it was in Boudica's to be wrathful, or Irisveil's to be accommodating. It was fine on Chaldea, when they could just get away from one another, but here, when they were packed together.

"Ah, I didn't know you were jealous, Boudica," Fergus said, far louder than he had to, "If you want, you and I could work out instead," the loud proposition was, at least as far as anyone in the room could tell, obviously fake. But Fergus was trying to get under her skin, and she would not let him.

"I'm sorry," she said, modulating her voice to be as sweet and feminine as possible, "I'm going to have to pass."

"What's so important that you'd rather do that then enjoy a session with me?"

"Oh, I don't know," Boudica placed her finger underneath her mouth in mock contemplation, "We only have one janitor now. Maybe I'll go scrub the toilets. That sounds like a much better use of my time."

"...Damn," both of them turned, to see Mordred walking up with her bowl, clearly ready to ask for seconds. THe bowl was so empty, that Boudica frowned, and imagined the knight of treachery actually licking the ceramic until it was completely clean, "Rather scrub shit then see your dick."

Fergus's frown came out in full force. There were a few chuckles in the background, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Karla was laughing a bit too. She placed her arms around her chest and smirked at Fergus. Their eyes connected, and for a moment, she was just glad to take in his impudent rage. A second later, however, the eyes blinked, and the frown began to inch upward.

"I guess I understand," He turned around, making a path to walk away, "Still, at least you had a chance to have some fun with me," almost offhandedly he finished with, "It's not like Emiya's ever going to fuck you anyway."

You could hear a pin drop in the cafeteria.

Boudica felt her hand come together, and the first noise to break through the silence was the sound of a piece of metal crashing into the floor, as she had squeezed the handle of the ladle so tightly that it had caused the rest of the instrument to pop off. She felt the closest thing that could be approximated to blood rushing through her body, and she grabbed her apron, and tossed it to the side, ripping the ties on it.

"Boudica, Woof!" Tamamo-Cat arms were suddenly around her shoulders, and yet she could barely contain herself as she focused her glare at the tall Irishmen, who had, suddenly, materialized his sword, and kept it in position to fight back, "He's not worth it. We can't fight and cause damage to the Storm Glider!"

"How dare you," Boudica heard her own voice, but it was like she wasn't saying it herself. In the back of her mind, she could feel the rage returning, and almost for an instant, that she was beginning a class change, "How dare yo-"

Boudica woke up with a start. Above her, the white fluorescent light buzzed, and she could see the sides of curtains flapping around slightly. She groaned, and raised her hand to the back of her head, placing it there, and feeling a bump. She forced herself to sit up, and all the while rubbing the back of her head.

"It's good that you are alright," Boudica stopped, and looked over to her right, and sitting in a chair next to her bed was Irisveil. The albino placed her hand on Boudica's shoulder, and then rubbed it slightly, "You have a really large bump on the back of your head there."

"Back of my hea-" Boudica slowly remembered everything that had transpired, and then felt a panic build, "What did I do? Did I-"

"Mordred saw you were about to do something you would regret," Iris said, cutting off her rambling, "She managed to get behind you while you were about to class change, and managed to strike you on hard enough during the moment to knock you out before you could do anything at all."

"I…," Boudica began to rub the back of her head, and then looked down at her hand, "So…"

"You did nothing beyond yell at a very rude remark," she said, "And threatened to hurt Fergus, but you were stopped before you even got within ten feet of him," she almost had a smile on her face, "In all honesty, I think you came out of the exchange better. You got a bump on the head, but Fergus came off as worse than you in the whole thing, so I'd say you can go back to your duties in the kitchen with no issue, while it might be a while before a woman is willing to go with him," she stopped and thought, "I'd guess probably a week before anyone forgives him, and he's able to convince someone else to sleep with him."

Irisviel tried to smile at Boudica, but the Queen of the Iceni looked away. She placed her face in her free hand, and rubbed around the bridge of her nose, and began to focus on the bed she was sitting in. For a moment, they both just sat there in silence, and then Boudica just spat on the sheets covering her. There was a little bit of red in the spit, but nothing that indicated a major injury. She then shook her head, and twisted herself.

"I guess I better get back to the kitchen," she said, twisting her hips and putting her legs over the side of the bed, before Irisviel's hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up into the sad, red eyes of the woman next to her, and stopped her movement.

"I'm sorry," Iris said, "I know this is deeply embarrassing for you. Both being struck like that…and having your affection for my son brought up again in public."

"I may not be what you want me to be, but I will always be your friend."

That had been her response to his confession. It had been the final night before they were to assault Goetia, the final night the world might exist. She had come to Emiya, to spend time with with him…to see if he had valued her in the same way she valued him.

His response had been disappointing, but not unexpected. Boudica was willing to be Emiya's friend, even if there was a hurt there that she had hoped had died a long time ago. Had that been the end of it, she would have put the hurt away. But, during the assault on Goetia-

"ARTORIA!"

"It's not my business who Emiya loves," she said, a violent hate slithering up her heart.

"No, but it is your business who you love," Irisviel sighed, "There is no greater business for anyone, than who they love," the Caster smiled, "I love my husband. I love my son. I love my daughter," she shook her head, "All in different ways, but my love for them is what drives me," she specifically made sure her eyes met Boudica's "Just like I know that your love for your daughters saved my son's life."

"You know he doesn't consider you his mother," Boudica said offhandedly, only to realize what she said, and slap her hands to her face. Luckily, the only thing she heard from Irisveil was a patter of laughter. She began to wave her hand, and finally answered that particular remark.

"Yes, he is a silly boy, much like his father," the homunculus shook her head, and then looked at her hand, "Kitsurugu still isn't willing to accept he is my husband either. But I was married to him, and Shirou is his son. So that makes him my son as well, and I will mother him no matter how stubborn he is."

"Your stubbornness is both an inspiration and a temptation," Boudica finally spoke up, and then Irisveil fell into peels of laughter. There was something about the woman that was comforting. Nothing specific, yet it felt like she could talk with the white haired woman without any fear of being judged. There were times she could not remember if she had ever spoken like this when being married to Prasutagus. Of course, it would not have done her much good. Prasutagus's death had been so sudden, and had set of a chain of reactions that eventually lead her to her fate, and eventually onto the hills of Unlimited Blade Works.

Boudica felt her hand try and grip the shaft of the spears once more. She looked down, and sighed.

"I could deal with this…if it were another woman," Boudica finally admitted, and she caught the widening of Irisveil's eyes. The Dress of Heaven had memories of her time alive, and in particular of the same woman that Boudica had now admitted hatred for. For a moment, they sat there, and then Boudica gave her explanation.

"The greatest king that Britain ever had," she said aloud, "Had nothing to do with the Iceni," she felt her fists tighten, "We were annihilated, under my leadership, and in our place the Romans would rule my home for three hundred years. And when they left, it was their systems, their roads, their architecture that survived the invasions of the Angles, the Saxons and the Vikings. Rome, the rapists and torturers, won."

"And the greatest example of that, is that the King of Knights shares a face with the Emperor under whose orders my people were destroyed. She is living proof of all of my failures. A breathing monument to the triumph of Nero over the Iceni."

At that Irisveil just stared at Boudica for a moment. Then she nodded, and sighed, rubbing the side of her head for a moment. One moment, she looked like she was about to say something, but she then closed her mouth, and tried to come up with something else to say. Yet nothing came from her, and for the next few minutes, they just sat there. Boudica looked down at the floor, before pushing herself finally from the bed.

"I need to get back to the kitchen," she said, walking away from the albino woman, "I should thank you for your kindness. And the kindness of Emiya," she looked down at her hands, again imagining the spear that she shoved into Nero's eye socket firmly in her grip, "You have both given this failure of a Queen far more than she deserves."

"Boudica," the rider looked back, and saw that there were tears in Irisveil's eyes, "What is happening between you and my son is not a matter of what you deserve. It is a matter of circumstance and chance," she rubbed the tears away, and then placed her hand on top of Boudica's, "Don't think that you, as a person, deserve to be unhappy."

Boudica stood staring at the woman, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like she was being given actual motherly advice. Which was strange, as she was a mother twice over, so what did she have to gain from it.

'Still,' she stared down at her hands, the spears once again reappearing in them, and then the faces of her daughters returning to her mind's eye, 'I don't suppose she is w-'

"What is going on here?" a door slammed open, and a pink haired nurse pushed her way through the door. Florence Nightingale stared at the two servants occupying her room, "I take it something went wrong, do you need an examination."

"No, no, no," both women said quickly, waving their hands at the medical berserker, "We were just stopping by to…," Irisviel was trying to connect a dot that didn't somehow result in her being tied up like a mummy, "to-"

"Check on Master Fujimaru," Boudica added quickly, and then Irisveil nodded in agreement. Nightingale's eyebrow raised slightly, before a genuine smile.

"He is finally stable," she looked back, and stared at the room she had just exited, "It took more medical skill than I thought I'd ever use, but he's on the mend, and we can probably take him off sedatives soon."

"Oh thank God," Irisviel said, sighing in relief.

"With Jeanne working with us on this, the credit to the almighty is well deserved," Nightingale almost chuckled.

Grrrwwwllllllll

Nightengale's hand hovered over her stomach, and for the first time in the entire time they had been acquaintances, Boudica thought she saw a blush on the nurse's face. She then looked over at Boudica, who smiled and nodded.

"With Master only now recovering, we are going to have to get some sustenance from something beyond his mana," she added, grabbing the shorter woman by the hand, "Let's go get you something to eat."

"That sounds…very good," the pink haired nurse admitted. Boudica smiled back at her, and lead her through the double doors out of the infirmary. If nothing else, she could at least continue to prove that she had some worth here helping Novum Chaldea. Though...part of her wished she might at least have gotten a little harsher punishment for her near loss of control.

'Hopefully,' she thought, shaking her head, 'Emiya is doing the same…wherever he is.'

"...is…is that a bump on your head?"

"...Noooooo..."

Boudica then heard the sound of bandages being removed from the roll caused Boudica to reconsider he desire for a greater reprimand.