Memoirs of the Holy War

by Naryfiel Lilith

It was a war that spanned across two generations. It was a war that tore Jugdral to pieces. It was a war between those who only did what they thought was right. It was a war manipulated by those who had suffered too much. It was a war filled with tragic mistakes and crippling hope. It was a war immortalized by the survivors, and this is their tale. (FE4 Novelization)

21. Chapter 12) Feathers

Chapter 12) Feathers

---

Despite what the stories claimed, my life remained the same after Chulainn and I confessed. There were no sparks or falling hearts and petals like the pages described. It was a simple, quiet happiness, but to me, it was everything. It was... everything.

But though my days were happy, the situation in Agustria grew worse. We were in the most awkward of stalemates, waiting for Chagall's reaction. And all of us feared just what the reaction would be.

---

A few days after Chulainn told me of his past, he and I were walking to Azelle's room. Why? Well, he requested the day off, to the surprise of everyone. I think they heard everyone's yelps all the way in Isaach, with how loud they were. Personally, though, I was happy since he rarely asked anything of anyone and I had told him previously to let me know if he needed to do something.

"Now, don't go wandering on your own." Of course, Chulainn remembered the other part of that conversation had been 'drop you off with someone because you have no sense of self-preservation', which was why we were heading to Azelle's room. "And please don't rush for the first wounded person you see," he continued lightly, both chiding and teasing me. I frowned at him, but he kept listing things off like he didn't notice. "If there is an attack, get to a secured area first and let the wounded come to you."

"Is this list going to end any time soon?" I asked dryly, shaking my head. He'd started when I left my room. "We're almost to my brother's room."

"I should talk more quickly, clearly."

"Why not say 'stay out of trouble'?"

"Unfortunately, Alicia, you attract trouble to the point I could almost be jealous of it."

"That makes no sense." I frowned more, but he smiled faintly. "You sound like Ayra."

"How many times have you been held hostage now?" I... look, the third time wasn't my fault. "And you were caught in a burning building after rushing in to check on your patients." That is... um... "Somehow encountered Ellidiot when everyone else was looking for him."

"We were checking on Lachesis precisely because Grahnye was worried."

"You were shot with a poisoned arrow, which also broke the bone."

"It healed fine. I only have a scar from it." I sighed then. "You've made your point."

"Have I? Because-"

"We're here." And Azelle was staring at us oddly from the doorway, a silent question in his eyes. He must have poked his head out to see if we were close. "He's teasing me, Azelle."

"Is it teasing when there's a clear precedent?"

"Is your day off so you can tease me?"

"I can do that any day, though." He smiled faintly again and I shook my head. "But I should head out."

"All right." As he turned to walk away, a terribly impish thought came to mind. "Chulainn?" He paused and turned, and I braced myself against his arm to brush a kiss over his cheek. "I'll see you soon." I smiled brightly and skipped off to meet Azelle at his door. Just before I crossed the threshold into the room, I glanced over my shoulder to try and see his reaction.

Chulainn was covering his face with his hand, desperately trying and failing to hide the blush on his face. But he was smiling too, and that was what mattered.

Barely biting back a giggle, I schooled my expression back to calm, closed the door behind me, and followed Azelle over to the table. He pulled the chair out for me, as polite as can be, and I sat while he finished making some tea for the two of us. "What was that about?" he asked after a moment. "When you two were..."

"As I said, he was teasing me," I answered, carefully stretching my arms out in front of me. My wrists were hurting, probably from all the measuring I'd done earlier for my medicines. I would need to apply some balm, lest I end up like Father Eirik with pain and numbness in my hands. His were bad enough that sometimes, the pain would travel all the way up to his shoulder. "He's as convinced as Ayra that I will somehow fall into trouble if someone isn't right by me."

"I mean; the recent incident shows you can fall into trouble even with people near." He brought the tea over and I pointedly refused to comment. "But wow, you two fell into 'married couple dynamic' quickly."

"What married couples have you been around?" I didn't think we acted like Sigurd and Deirdre or Ethlyn and Quan. I might have tried to think of more, but then I noticed his slightly sulky tone. "Azelle, what's wrong?"

"Hmm?" He feigned innocence as he sat down across from me. "What do you mean?"

"You're pouting."

"No, I'm not." Then I would need to find a synonym, since I had no other word for the expression on his face. "Why would I be pouting? It's not like you didn't tell me about your feelings for Chulainn."

"Is that what this is about?" Strange, I could have sworn... "From what Deirdre and Edain said, everyone already knew."

"There's a difference between strongly suspecting my dear older sister has fallen in love, and having her confirming." When he put it that way, I suppose there was. "To say nothing of how I didn't even hear you had confessed from you! Deirdre told me!"

"Are such things important?" I tilted my head, genuinely confused. He sighed heavily and gulped his tea. "I'm sorry. You know I'm not used to such things."

"Please tell me you've written Arvis about it."

"Do you think I should? He hasn't even met Chulainn."

"That's precisely why you need to tell him quickly."

"Truly?"

"How would you feel if you learned about his paramour from someone else?"

"I would assume he didn't feel a need to tell because others would?" I thought the answer obvious, but he looked terribly exasperated by it. "Alternatively, I would assume he feared a letter would be intercepted and he did not want to risk potentially sensitive information?" Given what Edain had said, I was certain any potential spouse would be in grave danger.

"I hate that I have to admit the point on the last one." He sighed heavily. "But I guarantee he'd be upset if he only heard it from others."

"Well, we wouldn't want that." Should I write Prince Kurth too? Would it stir up bad memories? Surely he'd heard of Cigyun's return to the gossips; I feared his heart was aching from old scars. Yet, at the same time, I did want to tell him. It was funny, truthfully. While I had no qualms informing Arvis, I didn't get the same urge to tell him as I did Prince Kurth. "I'll include it in my next letter." Was it out of spite? No, it didn't feel like that. It felt more...

...Oh. I think I knew. 'I am happy.' That's why. I wanted to show him I was happy. I wanted... I understood why he felt guilty about me. I understood that while he'd made the best decision he was able to given the circumstances, he did regret it to some degree. He always would carry that weight. But I... I wanted to tell him that it was 'fine'. Yes, it hurt. Yes, it scarred. Yes, I might never forgive him or Father Eirik for it.

But it was 'fine'. I was happy now. So, I... I wanted to move forward. Regardless of the complicated feelings I still couldn't quite parse, I wanted to keep walking. And I wanted him to do the same. I wanted to share my happiness with him, both as a reassurance and simply because I could.

What a strange feeling.

"What are you thinking about?" Azelle asked curiously. When I shook my head, he drooped. "I know I'm your younger brother, but you can rely on me, you know." He sulked very, very slightly. "You keep your thoughts to yourself too often, like Arvis."

"In this case, it is simply a personal realization," I explained, trying to dismiss the conversation. But he still looked sad, so... "What are your thoughts on Prince Kurth?"

"Prince Kurth?" He looked surprised for a moment, opened his mouth, and then closed it to think. "You mean in regards to everything that happened." He rapped a knuckle against the table as he thought. "You know; Mother mentioned him a few times."

"Did she?"

"Yes. And she was always sad when she did." Azelle closed his eyes to remember. "'It may be strange for a former maid to pity a prince, but I do. He lost the two people closest to him, the life he truly wanted for himself, and now he must keep going like he is still whole'. That's what she said."

"Sif was a kind lady." Given everything, she had to have been suffering from her own trauma, and yet… but, then again, maybe focusing on another's pain was easier than focusing on her own. You could help someone with theirs, but you were forced to endure your own, even with support.

"Yes, Mother was. Quiet, sad, shy, and always doing her best. She loved me with all she had, devoted all her energy to caring and supporting Arvis. She claimed there wasn't much she could do, but we appreciated it. I appreciate it more now that I'm older and know more about what she'd suffered." He opened his eyes and fussed with sleeves. "But I think... maybe it's because I was born after everything had 'settled', but I don't think much about him one way or the other. Prince Kurth, I mean. He's the person who bears the people's hopes as their prince. He's the person who quietly checked on Velthomer through Mother, and made sure she was safe and comfortable." This did not surprise me in the slightest, but I did wonder why I hadn't heard of it before. Did Arvis not know? "He's the person Arvis is most awkward around. He's the person who decided to keep you safe above all else. He's the person Lombard hates the most. It's always him in relation to those around me. That's all."

"I see." I finally sipped my tea, mulling over his words. "Thank you for indulging my curiosity."

"So, your thoughts had to do with him." He was silent for a moment, fussing with his teacup. "What do you think about him?"

"I don't know."

"Ha... the same answer Arvis has." He smiled bitterly. "Maybe next time you should see him, you should yell."

"Did Arvis do that?"

"Of course not. Well, unless you count him yelling at Prince Kurth for going on the front lines." Somehow, it didn't surprise me. "But you probably know more about Arvis's thoughts than I do."

"Hmm?" Strange, what sparked that thought? "Is something wrong?"

"No, just..." He drank his tea, gathering his thoughts. "You know how, when he writes, you can tell when he's talking around something?"

"Yes." Usually, I could guess anyway based on context clues, but when I couldn't, I figured it had something to do with the secret he would not tell even me.

"His last few letters have been like that."

"I see." I debated what to say before setting down my cup and holding out my hand. "May I see one?"

"Huh? Uh... sure?" He stood up briefly to pull one from his desk; he had them in their own drawer, carefully tied together with a red ribbon. "This is the latest one." He handed it to me and sat back down. I skimmed through, analyzing not only what he wrote, but the specific words he used. "Feels like there's a big hole in the middle."

"It's not a hole. It just feels that way because our older brother is terribly awkward." I muffled a laugh and Azelle made a curious noise. "He's trying to not sound overbearing." Oh, he was as ridiculous as ever. "After all, he much prefers having you safe and sound at his side. However, he also can't help but be proud of your accomplishments." Azelle was somehow both gaping and blushing. "Essentially, he's holding himself back from asking you to return now because he misses you."

"You... how did you get that?!"

"It's the word choice primarily, and how he barely asked how you were doing despite your health being his number one concern at all times."

"That... you..." After a moment of trying to find his words, he groaned and nudged his teacup out of the way so he could let his head fall to the table. "This is what I mean. How do you always know what he's thinking?"

"Mmm..." I didn't know how to reply. The answer, ultimately, was that Arvis hadn't needed to be the 'Duke of Velthomer' around me. He did not have to raise me. He had been free to simply be my awkward, adorable, anxious older brother whenever it was the two of us. "You know; there's something Arvis told me once." So, instead, I decided to push the subject to something adjacent. "It was during an unexpected visit, so it stood out all the more. You know how he usually planned them carefully, and he'd write me in advance to let me know."

"I know." He lifted his head and rested his arms on the table instead. "But I'm not sure what time you're talking about."

"It was when those noble brats beat you black and blue." I kept my voice even, despite remembering the terror I had felt back then. I'd demanded to know how Azelle was, and begged Father Eirik for some of his bruise balm to send. Surprisingly, he'd given it without a word. "I think you wrote your memories of the assault were a little hazy."

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Azelle closed his eyes, trying to remember. "I'd been reading in the castle courtyard, waiting for Arvis to get out of a meeting. Then a group of children came out to play. I'd stayed away, being too shy, but they approached and..." He grimaced and sighed, shaking his head. "That's where it gets fuzzy. They said something, I said something, they started laughing, I started crying, and somehow it turned into them punching and kicking me."

"Yes, that's what the reports said." Witness testimony stated the children had mocked him for being the bastard child of a maid, and 'nothing but a stain on Velthomer's name'. It was utterly repulsive and, clearly, they'd been repeating what they'd heard the adults around them say. "You had to stay in the castle's infirmary for days due to your injuries."

"Yeah, and I think I spent most of it asleep due to the pain meds." He smiled, though. "But it is how I met Lex, so it wasn't all bad."

"Yes, you told me." Lex, actually, had been one of the 'witnesses'. He'd heard their insults and gone to investigate. When he'd arrived, he'd seen them beating him and immediately thrown himself around Azelle, a complete stranger at the time, to shield him from the worst of the blows. Since he was Nal Minor, his injuries had been far less, but he'd still stayed a day in the infirmary. "Afterwards, though, Arvis came to visit me."

"Oh, now I remember. He'd said he needed to go somewhere, but that he'd be back by the time I could safely be moved to Velthomer. So, he went to visit you."

"He did. He needed to get away, lest he was tempted to hunt the children down. No matter how angry he was, he knew you'd be upset if he did." If I recalled correctly, once he'd calmed, Arvis set about completely ruining their families. I wasn't sure if Azelle knew Arvis had been involved in the downfalls; I only knew because he'd started plotting before he left. "So, he came to visit me." That's what he did when he needed a break. When he needed a place to escape, he'd race for me and I'd give him tea and advice. ...Maybe this was why he wasn't resting as much as he should. When I stopped hiding, he'd lost his own hiding place. I'd have to make it up to him, somehow.

"Huh. I didn't know it affected him that much. He seemed rather calm when I was awake."

"That's because our dear brother didn't want you to see him crying." He hadn't cried in front of me, but his eyes had still been swollen. So I knew he'd cried on the way, where no one could see, unable to outrun the terror he'd felt. "But while I was making him tea, he told me you were his light."

"Huh?"

"That's what he said. You are his light, his hope, and his motivation. It never mattered how tired he was, because as soon as he saw you, his precious baby brother, he felt like everything would be okay." After all, one of his goals in life, his greatest ambition, was to make the world he felt Azelle deserved, the world I deserved. I always replied he should get the rest he deserved before he tried. "Ha... I'm certain he's struggling now. Are you going to return once things resolve here?"

"Uh..." Azelle blinked a few times, trying to wrap his head around what I said. "Mmm... probably not immediately?" Eventually, he decided to simply answer my question, and think more on what I revealed later. "Deirdre and I are making good progress with Lewyn's help, so I'd like to keep working on it. Maybe after her baby is born, since she'll need to rest afterwards. What about you? Will you visit again?"

"I don't know. I'd like to be here for Deirdre." But talking about this reminded me of how lonely Arvis must be feeling. "We'll see how much longer this lasts, and then examine the situation from there."

"Probably the best idea." He was silent for a moment before smiling shyly. "Hey, can you tell me a story about Arvis?"

"Hmm... well, I suppose I should indulge my little brother." I sipped my tea, and he immediately grinned. "Let's see... what should I share?" A thought occurred to me then. "Did Arvis ever tell you how exactly he and I met?"

"Not really. I mean; he told me he'd found you, but then had to backtrack and explain I had an older sister since he'd never mentioned you before."

"Then how about I start with that?"

So, I told him about how he and Arvis met during one of Yngvi's harvest festivals, and soon told him about the first few visits, where Arvis had been terribly awkward because he honestly had no idea how to act around me. Azelle listened with rapt fascination, since from his perspective, Arvis was competent at nearly everything and never seemed to falter at anything. So, I took particular joy in telling him about how Arvis panicked over the slightest sniffle Azelle had, and how he'd once spent a visit reading nothing but parenting books.

I'd just finished the fifth tale when someone knocked on the door and opened it before either Azelle or I could react. "Hello, lovely people~!" Lewyn greeted, sweeping in like a storm with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on his face. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have to share the fun!" Since this wasn't actually an explanation, Azelle and I only regarded him curiously and drank our tea. "So. Apparently, Sigurd and Deirdre have finally learned of 'The Knight and the Maiden'."

"Yes, Dew told Deirdre during her checkup yesterday," I explained, barely biting back a laugh at the memory. Her reaction had been exactly as I anticipated; her eyes had gone wider than plates, and she'd squeakily asked what we were talking about. "I take it she has confronted you over it?"

"No, better." His grin widened. "She made the mistake of bringing it up to Ethlyn." Azelle and I exchanged an amused look. "And Ethlyn is now demanding to hear it."

"So you came to us because...?"

"I need to have some mercy on a pregnant woman, and some of her favorite people to hide behind." That was fair. "Where's Chulainn, though?"

"Chulainn took the day off. I think he left the castle."

"Well, three out of four isn't bad." He shrugged. "So...?"

"We should finish the pot first," Azelle answered, standing to fetch another cup. "Want some, Lewyn?"

Lewyn did, in fact, want some and so we had a light chat about everything and nothing before heading to Ethlyn and Quan's room for the impromptu performance. Sigurd and Deirdre were already there, mostly because Quan had apparently dragged both over to hear it with them. Azelle kindly sat next to Deirdre so she could hide her face in his back as Lewyn began singing. I sat next to Sigurd so he could hide in my shoulder, his face just as red as Deirdre's cherry-blush. Ethlyn and Quan, as one could expect, were listening eagerly with bright smiles.

"Oh, that was so lovely~!" Ethlyn gushed as soon as Lewyn finished. Lewyn visibly preened at the praise. "It suits them so well too!"

"You flatter me, my lady," Lewyn replied, bowing slightly so he did not dislodge the harp in his lap. "I am pleased to hear you enjoyed it."

"More than enjoyed, even!"

"Indeed, I hope you'll play it when we see Eldigan again," Quan added lightly, though there was a weight to the words. After all, we had not yet heard from Chagall. "I can't wait to see his reaction."

"It would be my pleasure and honor," Lewyn said, pride bordering on smugness. However, he glanced at me surreptitiously, trying to gauge my reaction just as he did when he first performed it. "So..."

"I think it was even better this time," I praised, smiling gently. Lewyn grinned in response. "So, for the next one, might you sing of Ethlyn and Quan?"

"But of course~!"

"Er... what?" Sigurd asked, lifting his head to gape at me. Maybe it had been a little mean to let him hide when I was the source of the embarrassment. "What do you mean by that, Alicia?"

"He is writing songs about everyone at my request," I explained calmly, keeping my smile. It was hard; I wanted to laugh at the looks on their faces. Deirdre had even peeked out from behind Azelle to sulk. "It was my price for writing a song about me."

"And you had him do one about Deirdre and me?"

"Of course. It may help with rumors."

"What...?" Sigurd frowned for a moment before groaning. "Oh. Those. Right."

"Maybe I should request something about the two of you individually before Ethlyn and Quan."

"No, no, please tease my lovely sister and brother-by-marriage. I can even help!"

"I swear to the gods, if you bring up the flood thing again...!" Quan groaned, scowling at him. It might have looked threatening if he wasn't visibly trying to hold back a smile. "Seriously!"

"I keep meaning to ask, but what is this about a flood?" Deirdre asked, leaning against Azelle. She gave me a pout, but I only smiled in response. "You've referenced it a few times."

"So, funny story, except not. The day after Ethlyn and I confessed, the plan had been to tell Sigurd immediately. Eldigan and Lachesis were also visiting, so I'd lead them away while Ethlyn told him. But, as luck would have it, there was a heavy storm, so Sigurd went to do evacuations."

"And you followed."

"Of course we did. And when some fell into the overflowing river, Eldigan and Sigurd dove in to save them. Problem was, this was early spring."

"...Spring melt."

"Precisely. And instead of saving himself, a certain someone..." Quan gave Sigurd a dirty look, but Sigurd shrugged it off with ease. "Shoved Eldigan out of the way and got swept away. We spent days looking for him. And then..."

"Then when Quan was reassuring me that we'd find my brother, and gave me a kiss, Sigurd happened to walk in," Ethlyn drawled, looking thoroughly exasperated. But despite the lightness of the tale, I could see the very real fear in their eyes. They made light to try and ward away the terror they still felt at the memory. "And, soaked, bleeding from some minor cuts, he leaned against the door frame and dryly asked if there was something we needed to tell him! Not even a 'hello'!"

"I mean; you were hiding near the servants' wing exit," Sigurd pointed out, apparently thinking nothing of it. Azelle and Deirdre shared an unamused look, and Lewyn had pulled pen and paper from somewhere to jot some notes. "Wasn't expecting anyone there."

"About that! Why did you not come through the main entrance!?"

"Because I wanted a bath, so I went to the entrance that was closer to my room?"

"You were missing. For. Days."

"And really needed a bath?"

"Wow, this sounds terribly familiar," Azelle surprisingly drawled then, looking pointedly at me. I frowned a little in confusion. "What was it? 'It wasn't killing me that quickly'?"

"If we're talking about the poisoned arrow, it wasn't?" I replied, still confused. Quan, Ethlyn, Deirdre, and Azelle all shared a commiserating look. Lewyn was still jotting down notes, and Sigurd had a disgruntled look on his face. "It was killing Ares faster."

"That really isn't the point, sister."

"But it's the truth?"

"Ethlyn, do you have advice?"

Talk shifted sharply to topics I wasn't certain I liked, but Lewyn quickly distracted me by asking if I had an opinion on certain 'keys'. When I admitted I had no idea what he was talking about, he happily played a few to show it was the sound and focus of the melody. This led to another little concert, mostly Lewyn showing off, but it lightened the mood considerably and by the time we left, everyone was smiling. Though, Deirdre was quick to insist she and Sigurd escort me to my room, even reassuring Azelle he didn't have to worry. Why? She wasn't going to let the earlier topic go. I wondered if this counted as my second prank.

"I can't believe you asked him to write a song!" Deirdre complained, sulking as she clung to my arm. Sigurd watched her worriedly, so I wondered if she'd had trouble walking earlier. I'd ask her tomorrow during her daily checkup. "And what are these rumors you mentioned?"

"They're nonsense that you needn't worry about," I reassured, smiling. In truth, I was more worried she'd be incensed and attack the gossips, something she shouldn't be doing while pregnant. If they were still around afterwards, then I'd let her know. "You're under enough stress."

"Grr..." She sulked more and then looked up at Sigurd. "So, will you tell me?"

"I'm yielding to the healer on matters of everyone's health but her own," Sigurd instantly replied, smiling brightly. Deirdre scowled. "What? Alicia is bad about her own health."

"That's not what I'm scowling about," Deirdre grumbled, hiding behind me. Apparently, Sigurd refusing was far worse than me. "Aren't you supposed to indulge me during this time?"

"Look, I'm not telling Alicia about all the sweets you've been eating."

"Sigurd!"

"You don't need to tell me, because I can tell by her symptoms," I sighed, remembering earlier today. Honestly, this pregnancy turned her sweet tooth into a sweet skeleton. "Deirdre, I will need to start restricting your sweet intake." Deirdre immediately whined wordlessly, but I shook my head. "It's for your health and the health of your baby." What were some of the potential consequences? Mistress Yesui's lessons had said some women have a harder time utilizing sugar while pregnant, and this led to an increased risk of high blood pressure. But what were the complications for the baby? There was large size, prematurity... drat, what else...?

"And we've lost her to whatever health conditions and medicines she's thinking of," Sigurd teased. He reached around Deirdre to nudge me, but I waved him away, trying to remember. Then I tried to remember what test Mistress Yesui did to check for this sort of thing. "If it's not something that needs to be done in the next five minutes, I think it can wait, Alicia."

"But it's right on the tip of my tongue."

"What are you even thinking about?"

"I'm trying to remember the potential complications too much sugar can have on the mother and developing babe." Wasn't there a medicine that could help the body with excess sugar? Ugh, what was...?

"Yeah, it can wait." This time, he poked my head, and distracted me enough that I frowned at him. "If I promise to restrict my darling wife's sugar, will you stop?"

"I suppose?"

"Good." He smiled and kissed Deirdre's temple as she drooped. "Come now; let's give Alicia less to worry about, my dear." Since Deirdre continued to sulk, though, he looked about for a convenient distraction, finding one near immediately. "Ah, welcome back, Chulainn."

"Good to be back." It was certainly something that my mood immediately improved upon hearing Chulainn. I refused to try and name what the 'something' was, but it was something. "I see you did follow the advice to not walk alone," he continued lightly, gently teasing. I had to fight off the urge to smile as I turned to face him, mostly because I wanted to pretend to be mad about the comment. "Please tell me you did not find trouble in my absence. Again."

"What trouble could I be in with Sigurd and Deirdre?" I retorted, my smile breaking through. Not even Sigurd and Deirdre's indulgent looks could ruin my mood. "Did you have an enjoyable day off?"

"Well, I accomplished what I wanted, and I think you can find a lot of trouble with these two, since Sigurd has just as much self-preservation as you do." He shrugged at my frown, and shook his head at Sigurd's playful scowl. "Given the things I've heard, Sigurd..."

"I don't need to hear what my knights have been filling your ears with," Sigurd sighed, yielding immediately. Deirdre laughed outright, and I muffled my own. "But 'accomplished'? Do you mind if I ask what you did?"

"I was looking for materials for this," Chulainn answered, producing a small, intricate charm made from carefully carved wood and pressed flowers from his pocket. He hesitated before handing it to Deirdre. "For you."

"Wait, you used your very first day off to find me a gift?" Deirdre asked, incredulous. Personally, I thought it made a lot of sense. "Shouldn't you have been picking flowers or something for Alicia?"

"The same Alicia whose first reaction to any sort of plant is 'what medicinal uses does this have and can I supplement my current inventory with them?'?" He had a point there. "With that said, I did see some interesting flowers while out, Alicia. It's been a while since we went foraging."

"Only you two can turn 'foraging for medicinal herbs' into a date."

"We've done it frequently before."

"Not as a couple."

"I somehow doubt that'll change things." As did I. "Regardless, it's a simple charm, but it invokes the protection and blessings of the fairies for a safe pregnancy and delivery."

"I'm sorry, but did you call this intricate thing simple?" She gaped, holding it up to study it in awe. Chulainn smiled softly in response. "Is it all fairies, or specific ones?"

"Hestia of the Hearth, Hekate of the Crossroads, and Isis of the Rivers."

"Hestia gives sanctuary, Hekate prevents mortals from wandering too far... I don't think I've heard a story about Isis of the Rivers yet."

"Isis of the Rivers is invoked when healing."

"Sounds like Alicia would be her favorite, then." She grinned and carefully clasped the charm to her chest as she leaned against Sigurd for support. "But it's beautiful... it had to be difficult to make, for all your insistence on it being 'simple'."

"It's not hard; I've some skill." That was an understatement. As an Od Minor, he was literally divinely blessed with skill. "And it's not the first one I've made."

"Oh?"

"I once had two younger siblings."

Though I did my best to not react, I couldn't help but look at him in surprise, and pain. It was terribly easy to imagine a younger Chulainn carefully making charms for his mother, fretting over her health and his baby siblings. I was sure he'd hesitated to give it, just like this, and smiled softly when his mother beamed in response. I was sure she kept them safe, to cherish forever and perhaps tease him when he was older.

But then she died. She, Eiygr, and Fiachra all died, and his home went up in flames. Did the charms survive, at least? I somehow doubted it.

A silence fell, not comfortable but not uncomfortable either. After all, Sigurd and Deirdre were just as surprised as I was, if for different reasons. This had to be the first time they'd heard anything about his past, and what bits they knew from Sir Alec's investigations would've only covered 'Chulainn the mercenary'. They would not have included his childhood, because I had no doubts it was impossible to trace. So, the easy admission... it had to be a shock. Most people would've immediately asked more. However...

"...Thank you, Chulainn." However, neither Deirdre nor Sigurd were like 'most people'. "I'll cherish it," she whispered instead, giving him the biggest, brightest smile she could muster. Sigurd wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled too. Neither would ask. Neither would bring it up. It was Chulainn's story, and they did not want to hear it until he was ready. And if that was 'never', then so be it. "Hmm... I should give a gift in return, shouldn't I?"

"I am perfectly content with everything I have," Chulainn immediately refused, shaking his head. Deirdre, of course, frowned. "But if you could heed Alicia's advice more, I'd appreciate it. Beautiful as she is, I much prefer her smiles and she rarely does when she's fretting."

"Sure, throw a compliment for my best friend in there to divert attention. I see through you." But she was laughing, probably because of my own stare. I had to quickly duck behind Sigurd to hide my face, worried at the silly smile forcing its way on it. Sigurd twisted slightly to pat my head reassuringly, even though I knew he was fighting back his own laughter. "You and Alicia are certainly two of a kind. You're both near impossible to find gifts for. Pick something at random to soothe my pride."

"I don't give a damn about prides except as a means of exploitation, so..."

"Oh? Do you have an example?"

"No plotting," Sigurd interrupted quickly, sighing heavily. Deirdre's eyes were sparkling, and Chulainn was wearing that 'I did not mean to say that aloud' smile. "At least while we're pretending to be resting and waiting for Chagall. You can run wild later."

"Is that a promise~?" Deirdre asked, giggling. I could only sigh, because it was the same sort of smile she wore back when we were Clement's 'guests'. "I'll hold you to it, dear!"

"Neit, grant me patience."

"Is Neit of Death a patient god?"

"According to the stories, yes. He has to be, given he's the husband of Tiamat of Beasts." Oh, yes, I vaguely remembered learning that in the church. Was that bond why Sigurd had…? No, it was too inaccurate to even finish the thought. Sigurd saved and protected Shannan because it was the right thing to do. But I did wonder if we could somehow leverage the bond between Neit of Death and the Dead and Tiamat of Beasts to further placate the court.

"Wait, the gods had marriages?"

"Just those two. I think." Sigurd frowned, trying to remember, but after a moment, he sighed and shrugged. "I'd have to look it up to be sure. I only know about those two because I had to memorize most stories surrounding Neit of Death and the Dead as the heir to Baldr."

"Oh." She tilted her head. "So, is Tiamat of Beasts a rowdy goddess? I never learned in the Forest."

"I mean; the only story I memorized about her is how she somehow annihilated an entire battalion with butterflies, so..."

"Butterflies?"

"It was a very memorable story."

"Obviously, but that's very much not what I'm questioning. How are butterflies dangerous? Or beasts?"

"While she's called 'Tiamat of Beasts', her power extends to all wildlife. Including insects."

"Still not answering about the butterflies."

"That would be because I don't know."

The two of them continued bickering, and since I managed to school my features into my usual calm, Chulainn and I seized the chance to slip away. Neither noticed, lost as they were in the banter, so before long, it was just us, walking side by side as always through the quiet halls. The only difference was the closeness between us; he was close enough our hands kept brushing each other. I'd never been so tempted to take someone's hand before, and I knew I had to distract myself quickly.

"When you gave Deirdre the charm, you mentioned your siblings," I murmured, not wanting to risk being overheard. "I was quite surprised."

"Truthfully, I am as well," he admitted easily. "I hadn't meant to. I hadn't even meant to say I'd made some before." He smiled faintly at me, a bitter edge to it. "Strangely, though, it's been easier to think about since I told you. I'll have to be careful."

"It'll be fine." I knew why he said it, though. He feared letting something slip around Ayra, and he remained determined to never tell her. "You're clever enough." Still, I had to admit; some part of me hoped he would slip. I wanted to see them reunited properly. But forcing such a thing would be terrible for him, and I was not sure Ayra would be able to handle such a revelation yet. No matter how comfortable she appeared, she was still staying with her technical enemy, while her brother and people fought to the death. That abscess would need to be drained first.

Silence fell again, this time following us until we finally reached my room. Once we stepped inside, though, I had to stop in the doorway. Why? There were flowers. There were flowers everywhere. Vases filled with them were placed on every available surface from the windowsill to the table, and even some spots on the floor. It was a remarkable and ridiculous number, greater than even the flowers everyone had gathered when I returned from Velthomer. What in the world was this?

"In Isaach, when courting a noble lady, her suitor is supposed to first give her 'spring'." Chulainn's voice was soft and low in my ear, standing close enough behind me that I could feel the warmth radiating off him despite him not touching me. It made my pulse skitter, and I genuinely wondered if I'd need to take medicine for the palpitations. "It represents new beginnings, and flourishing feelings," he continued just as softly. My body temperature was spiking; I hoped I wasn't running a fever. Wait, no, of course I wasn't. I was just blushing. When had I last blushed? I genuinely couldn't remember. "But since you're practical, I made sure they were flowers you use for your medicines and teas."

"Is that so?" I finally whispered, stepping forward so I could turn in place and look at them all. Each one confirmed his words; I'd never realized he paid that much attention to what I used, given how much he insisted on not learning. "How did you sneak all of these inside?" Leave it to him to mask what he'd been doing. He must've gotten these while making the charm for Deirdre.

"Very carefully."

"That is not an answer." On a whim, I plucked the closest flower, a hibiscus, from its vase and tucked it behind my ear as I'd seen others do. It was beyond silly, but I turned back to him with a beaming smile, and felt my pulse skitter again at the look on his face. Soft eyes, soft smile, gentle expression… it reminded me of a line from 'The Assassin's Bride'. 'He looked at me like I was the only one in the world.' I didn't understand it when I first read it, but I did now. Oh, I certainly did now. "Does it suit?"

"You should wear flowers in your hair more often." It was enough of an answer and so, my smile grew. I hoped he could see the love in it. I hoped I looked at him as he did me. "Though I suppose it'll be troublesome while you work."

"Yes, but I'll consider it nonetheless." A thought occurred to me then. "Chulainn, how do you know the traditional courting, considering…?"

"My father delighted in giving my mother the traditional gifts yearly." He smiled faintly, lost in the memory. "I had it memorized by the time I was five."

"I see." A ridiculous thought popped into my head then. 'Would Chulainn do the same and give these to me again next year?' But I shoved the thought away almost as soon as I had it. It was much too embarrassing. "I should see what all you got for me, then."

I found a piece of paper and went to work, identifying each one carefully. As I did, I decided to take one from each vase to press and keep, while the rest would eventually go into my inventory. I'd take my time with it, since there were so many and I wanted to enjoy the 'spring' while it was autumn outside. But goodness, this was how Isaachian courting started? I'd need to ask Ayra about it and see if I needed to brace myself for the rest!

---

A couple days later, Chulainn and I went out foraging. I'd tried to invite my students to come along so I could teach them at the same time, but most refused, some seeming quite embarrassed at the thought for some reason. In truth, only Finn and Lachesis agreed and, even then, Finn had agreed for Lachesis. She'd give us the weirdest looks on our way out, and I wondered what social custom I'd missed this time.

"Goodness, there's quite a few plants growing here," I commented, brushing my hair behind my ear as the wind tried to play with it. The woods were further than I thought, and certainly farther than I usually liked to hike, but I could see why Chulainn insisted. "Hmm... there aren't as many flowers as I thought there'd be, though."

"Oh, I had to buy most of those," Chulainn admitted easily, holding out his hand to help me over a fallen log. Finn and Lachesis trailed behind us, Lachesis noticeably more awkward than Finn for some reason. "You need a variety for it to be called 'spring'."

"Shouldn't you have bought something for yourself?"

"I did."

"I'm not sure a gift for me counts."

"I got to see your smile, so..."

"What's this about flowers?" Finn asked, sounding curious. He ducked away from Lachesis's sudden elbow jab. "I saw you had more in your room than usual, Alicia. Are you talking about that?"

"Yes, Chulainn gifted me a large number of flowers," I explained, not quite able to keep the smile off my face. Even if it had been a struggle to clear the table for lessons, I couldn't bring myself to put all of them into inventory quite yet. "That's all."

"Ah, I see."

There was nothing more to be said, so we lapsed into silence as we continued walking, with me stopping every once in a while to pick some herbs and carefully bundle them together to place in my basket. Chulainn kept watch on the surroundings, and Finn did his best to help me. Lachesis continued trailing awkwardly, until eventually, Finn grew tired of it. He waited until I appeared distracted before dragging her down on the pretense of helping him pick some ceron growing under a tree. I didn't have the heart to remind him of how easily I could multitask, so I resigned myself to eavesdropping. It would be too obvious, and awkward, if I rushed off.

"Why are you so awkward?" Finn asked her quietly, masking his worry by focusing on picking the ceron. He was being particularly meticulous, carefully digging so everything from the petals to the roots were perfectly intact. "Are you ill?"

"No, I'm not," Lachesis muttered back, smiling stiffly as she tried to help with the digging. She didn't appear to be lying, but... "It's just... isn't it weird to accompany them on a date?"

"Is it a date?" Finn sounded as confused as I felt. Yes, Deirdre had joked about it before, but that was all it had been. "My understanding was they were going foraging. Which is technically work."

"I… well, yes, but they're a couple now, so…"

"So, they're going to keep going about their daily lives?" I was glad Finn, at least, didn't think there was anything strange about this. "Maybe this seems weird to you because they haven't actually gone out to forage much since we came to Agustria. It was a regular occurrence in Evans."

"Oh, now that you mention it, I do remember hearing about it while we were helping with the wedding." She became thoughtful, then. "But I feel like I'm interrupting something."

"I think they're just a little freer with their banter and thoughts, now. They'd act like this frequently when it was just the two of them."

"Ah, that makes sense." She nodded a few times to herself, and probably would've continued the conversation. However, I made the mistake of looking up while I tried to pretend I wasn't eavesdropping and... well...

"Oh, those fruits..." I breathed, noticing the fruits growing high above our heads. I could be mistaken, but they looked like yaquila. "Chulainn, can you pick a few of those for me?" I turned to smile at Finn and Lachesis. "Have I taught you all about yaquila yet? They're a very versatile fruit in medicine. For instance, the fruit itself is very good for people suffering from bleeding stomachs due to ulcers."

Thus began an impromptu lesson as Chulainn scurried up the tree as easily as he breathed. Finn and Lachesis listened eagerly, carefully committing every bit to memory. Then, once I finished my ramble, the two scampered ahead to both discuss what I'd told them and to continue helping with the foraging. It was only when they did that I realized Chulainn was still in the branches.

"Chulainn?" I called, looking up to frown worriedly. While he had some fruits in his arms, his attention was fixed on something. "Is something wrong?"

"Not necessarily," he answered after a moment. He quickly shifted the fruit to one arm and plucked a pure white feather from the leaves. "This is just out of place."

"Is it unusual for birds to lose their feathers?"

"No, but..." He climbed down as quickly as he'd climbed up, and set the fruits in my basket before resuming his study of the feather. "It's been a while since I came across a feather I couldn't identify quickly."

"How long does it usually take you?"

"About as long as it takes you to identify a plant."

"Ah." Well, that was a suitable explanation for why it irritated him. "I'm sure the answer will come to you. You shouldn't force yourself for the time being."

"You're probably right." So, for now, he tucked the feather into his pocket. "Do you need more of the fruit?"

"No, I don't." Without thinking, I brushed a kiss over his cheek. To my delight, he immediately gained a faint blush. "Thank you very much."

"Menace." But he got his 'revenge' by snagging my hand and bringing it up to kiss gently. I couldn't help but smile in response, even as I looked away in embarrassment. This let me see that Finn was averting his gaze, blushing just as faintly as Chulainn, while Lachesis watched us with utter glee. My, my, they switched roles. "You two find anything interesting? I can see you're still carrying the... whatever it's called."

"Ceron. It's a poisonous plant which grows near everywhere in Jugdral and is a key ingredient to many medicines."

"Which we really should've already dropped off," Lachesis admitted sheepishly, taking Finn's share and rushing over to drop them into my basket. I stopped her so I could use some twine to tie it off and keep everything separate and neat. "Sorry, we got excited about the fruits."

"It's fine," I reassured, shifting the herbs around so the yaquila did not crush anything. Chulainn took the opportunity to move ahead with Finn, and let Finn conveniently focus on other things, like how to best keep watch in a forest. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Did the hour not agree with you?"

"Oh... uh... sure?" Her eyes widened a little and she fussed with her hands. She didn't lie well at all. "But yes, I'm better. I mean; I can't help but be happy after a scene like that!" She paused, coloring. "Wait, that sounded weird."

"Does it?"

"It... you know what? I'm going to stop before I talk myself into a hole." She laughed awkwardly, and I tilted my head slightly in confusion. "But yes, I can't help but be happy." She clasped her hands behind her back and beamed at me. "See, when we first met, you felt like... a frozen, abandoned lake. Breathtakingly pretty, calm as can be, but something sad to it too." While poetic, I wasn't certain how much of a compliment it was. "But now, it's like a lake full of flowers. Still pretty, still calm, but happy and lively."

"You sound like the poems I've received."

"Hey, I'm way better at writing poetry than these squires!" She sulked briefly before giggling. "That's all. I'm glad you're happier. I'm glad you're settling in. We all love and admire you, you know!"

"..." Without thinking, I reached out and ruffled her hair, softening when she laughed more. "I love and admire all of you as well. That makes it easier."

"Even when we drive you up the wall with our antics?"

"Yes."

"Oh." She blushed for some reason. "Um... I should... help Chulainn!" With that, she fled. There was no other word to describe it. She fled, and I was left staring blankly at her back, vaguely noting her ears were as red as my hair. But I couldn't help but muffle a laugh when Lachesis decided to deal with her embarrassment via snagging Chulainn by the arm and dragging him off, leaving both Finn and me behind.

Finn blinked slowly a few times, trying to process what happened, before deciding to simply wait for me to catch up. "Is all well?" he asked. "That was a little..."

"I think so," I replied with a smile, adjusting my basket's placement on my arm. The bandages under my sleeve were tied loosely again. I felt like I tied them looser and looser by the day. "She's simply a very honest, bright girl who is easily embarrassed."

"That's one way to put it." He sighed, but he had a slight smile on his face as he watched her badger Chulainn with questions up ahead. "But she'd be embarrassed if she was too forceful. Her brother was her only friend until Lord Sigurd introduced her to Lady Ethlyn, and she still is hesitant about seeming 'too loud' for a lady."

"Aren't lionesses supposed to be loud?" I shrugged, even as I wondered. I'd ask Chulainn later. "She's elegant and beautiful as she is. She need not struggle for it, and she's certainly not too vivacious for this crowd."

"I'll tell her you said that."

"She can hear it from me herself, whenever she wishes."

"You think she'd ask directly?" Well, he had a point there. "Oh, while I'm thinking about it, she does wish you'd brush and braid her hair more, but is worried about coming off as too childish."

"I'd think Ayra would be better at it, since I know very little besides the basics. But I suppose I can, if she wants?" I muffled a laugh as I realized something. "You talk often, don't you?" How else would he know all these things?

"She babbles while we take our walks, and I don't mind listening to her." He paused, frowning suddenly. "Though, when I told Lady Ethlyn, she got the most mischievous look on her face."

"Did she?" I tried thinking of why, but came up blank. "I'm sure she'll reveal it before long. But it looks like we should catch up." Chulainn and Lachesis were nearly out of my sight, after all.

"Here, take my arm. The footing is rough here."

"Finn, I used to go foraging by myself all the time."

"We wouldn't want you to sprain your ankle, though."

"Oh, it's not hard to limp back with one. It happened all the time back in Yngvi." I said the words easily, but his eyes narrowed. "Finn?"

"Please, let me escort you." He smiled very politely, but I had a feeling he was exasperated. "Lest you force us to carry you."

"Very well?" I'd... think about it later. For now, I'd take the offered arm. "Lead on then, brave knight."

"That...!" He blushed, as I knew he would, and I muffled a laugh. "I wonder when Lachesis will realize she's left us behind."

"I imagine it won't be long, since..." I almost complained-joked about my terrible luck, but then I remembered the last time he'd escorted me. It had been back in Verdane's castle, when Sandima had captured me. I still remembered his tears. "She's probably already found something she wants to ask me about."

"True." He smiled, despite the faint blush, and I was glad I caught the words. "Shall we, then?"

It honestly didn't take long at all to catch up; Chulainn had dug his heels in once he'd noticed Finn and I were out of sight. Lachesis had babbled an apology, but I distracted her by showing her a few more herbs, once again turning the foraging expedition into a lesson. This time, the lesson lasted until we returned to the castle, since Lachesis and Finn asked questions the entire way back. As soon as we made it past the gates, and greeted Sir Arden, the two rushed off to share what they'd learned with my other students. I saw them off with a smile, barely biting back laughter, and then Chulainn and I headed to my room, with the intention of organizing what we'd gathered and adding their numbers to my inventory. Said half-plan fell apart within the first seconds of actually entering my room, since I had two guests: Silvia and Lewyn.

"Hello, there!" Silvia greeted cheerfully, standing. She and Lewyn had been sitting at my table discussing their next show, but their purpose must have been with me since they dropped the topic immediately. "Um… so, we got word you'd be back soon, and I thought I could help you?" She sounded a little hesitant, and her smile was even more awkward, but she relaxed when I smiled. "And Lewyn's here to ask you about something."

"Silvia, did you have to say that immediately?" Lewyn asked dryly, pushing himself to his feet now. Silvia stuck her tongue out at him. "I'd planned on being polite before bringing it up."

"Like they didn't already guess there was a purpose. Neither of them are stupid." She clasped her hands behind her back and swung back to face me. "So… uh…"

"I would greatly appreciate it if you could separate out what I gathered," I murmured, handing Silivia my basket. She stared a moment, like she was surprised I'd 'give in' so easily, but then she smiled brightly and took the basket so she could scurry into my workshop to begin. "As for you, Lewyn…" I moved to the table so Chulainn could close the door behind us. "What did you need?"

"I seriously planned on being polite first," Lewyn sighed, shaking his head. But he was smiling again before long. "It's uh… so, Deirdre made a song request."

"Oh?" If that was the case, why was he here? "Is it a topic which needs my knowledge?"

"More like permission." His smile became a little shy. "Specifically, she wanted me to write about you and Chulainn?"

"Ah." Knowing Deirdre, this was both a way to tease and playful 'revenge' for the song about her and Sigurd. "Hmm…" But now I understood why he was here. After all, I'd told him 'Eiclia' would be the only song he'd write about me. Yet I imagine refusing Deirdre's earnest request would be difficult, not just because he was forming a friendship with her. She was also the wife of his employer, and though Sigurd wouldn't hold it against him, it would no doubt be awkward.

So, how to respond? If I had to be honest, my instinct was to refuse. It remained terribly embarrassing, and I was not certain I wanted the gossips talking about my relationship with Chulainn. Yet, at the same time, I had to acknowledge they no doubt already were. I was, sadly, the heir to Velthomer and, from their perspective, Chulainn was naught but a common mercenary. If there weren't already poorly written songs about it, there would be before long, to say nothing of the people hoping to tear down Velthomer's reputation. After all, my father... had taken an unknown commoner as a spouse. They'd gleefully dig into that feast.

...Yet I had to admit, if only to myself, that despite all the reasons to both agree and not agree, my decision ultimately was decided by a single factor. I was terribly, terribly curious how much the song would make Chulainn blush. I was developing some very bad habits.

"How about you let Chulainn and I look it over before you perform it?" I suggested, smiling faintly. Lewyn's expression lit up in pure delight; Chulainn actually gaped at me from the door. He must have expected me to refuse immediately. "That way we can decide if we're comfortable or not." And, in the event we weren't, I would still get to see Chulainn's reaction, the only reason I was agreeing to this. "Would that be all right?"

"That would be just fine!" Lewyn confirmed, grinning. Chulainn sighed and pushed off from the door to join us by the table. The look he gave me screamed 'we will discuss this later'. I'd think of a distraction by then, hopefully. "I'll tell Deirdre I'll consider it until then. I am still working on your request, after all."

"That will be good."

"I don't know how to feel about you two conspiring," Chulainn finally sighed, leaning against the chair. He pulled the feather out of his pocket to fiddle with, and Lewyn's attention focused on it briefly. "But if I might make my own request?"

"Somehow, I doubt your request will be as lighthearted as theirs," Lewyn 'joked', smile bright and tone light. His eyes held wary curiosity, belying any attempt at 'playfulness'. "Am I wrong?"

"No, so I won't say more if you're not comfortable writing something similar to the song you sang at Clement's banquet." Chulainn's tone was soft, and the seriousness of the words chilled what remained of the laughing mood. "The situation is not dire."

"Give me a subject and a reason for the requests, and I can try." Lewyn's curiosity faded to something somber. "Mostly because I can't see who your prey is. You've been uninterested in dragging Chagall further."

"There's nothing more dangerous than a cornered prey. It's best to see what his response to Sigurd's letter is before we do anything." Chulainn shrugged. "But as you yourself have mentioned, the best way to dispel rumors is with rumors. Stories can only be countered with stories. Songs are an excellent way to generate both."

"Right, right… that's why you had me write that song about Eldigan to start with." Lewyn frowned. "So, what are you thinking?"

"For starters… we'll need Ayra's permission, but I'd like you to write about Shannan." He wanted him to do what now? "Specifically, his condition when Sigurd took him in."

"Pardon?" Lewyn blinked a few times in confusion, but I realized what it was in an instant. "Why would…?"

"You want to counter the rumors about Sigurd conspiring with Quan and Eldigan," I whispered, remembering what FIlat had said. Still, I frowned. "But they're utter nonsense, even worse than gossip usually is."

"It is, but the more I think about it, the more I think it isn't 'jealousy'," Chulainn gently countered, his expression carefully stoic. But his eyes met mine briefly, and I remembered what he'd said. He had some training in this sort of thing and I was certain his life as a mercenary only built upon said training. "I think it's someone spreading a rumor they know will be dismissed, in order to get it into the people's subconscious. Because even if they ignore it, they'll remember. They'll always remember. And they'll definitely remember once something similar but a little more believable shows up in the gossips."

"So, you think it's a trap?"

"Yes." He closed his eyes, and leaned against the table. "It's like a pit trap. You dig the hole, camouflage it to the best of your abilities, and then lure your prey." Then was this the hole or camouflage? "It's precisely because it's so ridiculous that I can't help but be suspicious."

"Which is why you want another story," Lewyn murmured, nodding to himself a few times. Belatedly, I glanced at Silvia, worried she felt uncomfortable, but she seemed perfectly at ease counting things in my workshop. If she was bothered, she wasn't showing it. "But how does Shannan tie into that rumor? Are they accusing treason because he took in the prince of an enemy nation?"

"More or less," Chulainn confirmed, unbothered. I, however, felt a little ill. "They're being accused of conspiring, and use Shannan as their evidence."

"So, it's all political. Meaning the best counter would be to ignore that completely." Lewyn drummed his fingers on the table, thinking. "At its core, Shannan's tale is of a young boy forced from his home by things completely outside his control, subjected to terrible conditions, only to be saved by a kind knight."

"Politics have a tendency to strip away the humanity of enemies. It makes it easier to manipulate people against them." So, they needed a story to remind them that the 'Isaachian Prince' was a young boy who will never see his father again, and might have died if not for the sheer coincidence of being found by Sigurd. They needed to remind them he was the 'right sort' of child to spur their fury, and their sympathy. "But, as I said, we'll need Ayra's permission. She is his guardian, after all. And if she agrees, we should warn Jamke, since it might lead to a spike in resentment towards Verdane until we remind the gossips the perpetrators are dead."

"I'll handle it. After all, I'll be the one writing it." Lewyn was silent for a moment before changing the subject entirely. "Say, what's that feather?"

"Hmm? Ah, yes." Chulainn held it up to study once again, frowning over it. "I found it while we were foraging, and couldn't identify it immediately. So, I brought it back."

"Is it bad if you can't identify it?"

"Think of it like not remembering a tune on the edge of your memory."

"Oh, that's an irritation and a half. Do you need help?"

"No, just give me a moment. I think I almost…" He stared at it for a few more seconds before nodding. "Pegasus."

"Huh?"

"I think it's from a pegasus. The size and shape are completely wrong for a bird. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner."

"But, Chulainn, pegasi only live in Silesse," I pointed out slowly, not liking the implications. Pegasi never flew this far south. The only reason they would… "Silvia, will you be alright handling the inventory by yourself for a while?" The only reason would be because there were Silessean pegasus knights in Agustria, where they had no right to be. "I need to speak with Sigurd."

Silvia, of course, was completely fine, though she asked Lewyn to remain and help her with some of the reading and writing. With that, Chulainn and I left my room, and as we stepped out, Lewyn's expression caught my attention. He did his best to mask it, but there was dread and disbelief in his eyes, and a stiffness to his shoulders even as he went to help Silvia. I tapped Chulainn's arm to silently ask if he'd caught it too, and he nodded before miming for quiet.

Lewyn's reaction was strange, but it could ultimately wait. Sigurd needed to know of this now.

---

A few days later, I was sitting at the bench at the training yards, reading through the noise and shouts. Why were there shouts? Well, that was its own story. Apparently, Lex asked Beowolf if he was going to teach like Chulainn did. Beowolf refused, stating that giving pointers to Lachesis was an exception and that he did not teach, but he would happily spar. Lex, of course, took him up on it, and said match happened to occur in the morning while Chulainn was teaching. Things quickly escalated, since others were curious, and now, the training yards were split between the lessons the younger members of the army received and the madhouse sparring the older ones gleefully participated in. The end result was the training yards were much livelier, and I had to keep a stock of bruise balms on hand. But I didn't mind. The noise was easy to ignore, and whenever I looked up, I saw smiles. I could wish for nothing more, even if I'd prefer the ones sparring were a little gentler on each other.

"It seems like I'll be pulling an all-nighter to catch up on bruise balms," I murmured, watching as Ayra scored a brutal hit on Beowolf's leg. Beowolf retaliated with a strike to the arm, and both were grinning widely, clearly having fun. Next to them, Lex sparred with Naoise, though he kept one eye on Ayra for reasons unknown. Nearby, King Jamke practiced his shooting, alone for once. It was strange to not see Sir Midir with him; they'd gotten into the habit of practicing together. Did Edain have an errand for him? "I'm going to run out at this rate." A noise behind me caught my attention, and I turned slightly to see Sir Alec approach. "Good morning. Have you come to join them?"

"No, but I did want to see for myself what all the fuss was," Sir Alec replied, blinking slowly at the field. There was such a sharp contrast between the control of the lessons and the frenzied energy of the sparring. "So, how does this work? When they 'graduate' from the lessons, they'll spar with the others?"

"I'm fairly certain the others would spar at least with Finn and Oifey right now." Lachesis might be regulated to sparring only Lex, since his defenses could help blunt her strength. Dew wouldn't want to, since he preferred not to fight, and Shannan was much too small to be sparring adults. "Perhaps Ethlyn, Sigurd, and Quan should join them."

"While Lady Ethlyn would be intrigued, Lord Sigurd and Prince Quan would be more hesitant. It's rare others want to spar with them, since they're Majors."

"You think this group of madness will care?"

"That's... actually, that's very fair. I'll bring it up to the both of them later, with that exact counter to their worries." Sir Alec shaded his eyes and looked around. "No Arden?"

"Sir Arden is guarding the gates this morning, since Alexius and Ulysses have returned to assist Lykos." The nobles were no longer quite so frigid towards us, though they remained wary if only because of the circumstances. As such, the show of support was no longer as necessary. "He sent his refusal through Sir Naoise, who also informed us you were busy."

"Indeed, I was. I just returned." He was silent for a long moment, watching everyone with a slight, easy smile. "Scouts have finished giving their reports and Midir is compiling them now." Still, the soft words didn't surprise me. "Lord Sigurd asks you to meet him in his office once the lessons are done."

"I understand." I returned to my book and turned the page. "Please let him know I will."

"Gladly, my lady."

Sir Alec lingered a little longer before departing, to convey my reply to Sigurd and catch up on some much needed sleep. I made a mental note to send him a few teas to help relax the mind and ease the body, and continued my reading. With that said, the lessons didn't last much longer. These days, they couldn't and I knew Chulainn had seen Sir Alec and taken a guess as to why he'd come here. Before long, he'd herded his students inside for baths and rest and, after taking his own quick bath, we headed for Sigurd's office under the guise of the usual daily meeting. When we entered, Sir Midir and Sigurd were discussing something at his desk, though Deirdre and Quan listened nearby. All four looked up as we came in, noticeably surprised. I supposed we were earlier than expected.

"I thought Alec told you this could wait until after the lessons?" Sigurd began slowly, confirming my suspicion. "There was no need to rush..." Indeed, rushing would only lead to wagging tongues. But, thankfully, there was an easy counter.

"There may be no reason to rush, but there was a reason to end early," Chulainn replied, closing the door and leaning against it with his arms crossed as he usually did. He'd listen for any potential eavesdroppers. "Finn has recovered enough to return to his usual schedule, but his stamina is still low."

"Ah, so it would be shorter than what we're used to anyway."

"Yes, and since it involves Finn, Lachesis doesn't try to keep going despite my ending things. She's too busy fussing over him. Saves a lot of time, that."

"I see." Sigurd relaxed a little. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. I know how much Oifey and Shannan look forward to the lessons. Shannan was chattering to Deirdre about them yesterday." Ah, yes, since Deirdre's energy was nowhere near her usual levels, Shannan had appointed himself her little helper and stayed with her at most hours. This also meant he happily told her about his day, which she greatly enjoyed hearing. "But as much as I would love to keep chatting, we should be serious. Alicia, can you come over here? Midir has a map he wants to show us." I nodded and joined them at the desk, standing opposite of him and between Quan and Sir Midir. "Now then..."

"These are all the locations with confirmed sightings," Sir Midir reported, carefully marking multiple places around Mackily. A little bit of dread dripped down my spine when I noticed how many there were. "Based on our current information, we believe it's a small squad of five. They approached from the north, as one would expect, and established surveillance within the last couple of days."

"Any hints as to why they're here?" Quan asked, frowning over the marks. No one could blame him; had the knights even slept with this many sightings? I had heard pegasi were fast, and there were less obstacles in the skies, but... "Anyone talk to them?"

"None have spoken with them, but based on where they were sighted, we have a single guess." He finished marking, and I noticed something troubling. Every mark provided a good view of our estate. "They're after us."

"That seems clear, but why?" Quan frowned, tapping one of the markings. "Thracia hires out their fliers as mercenaries, but my understanding is that Silesse doesn't. In fact, Silesse is completely isolated. I'd dare say the only place more isolated would be the Spirit Forest."

"Silesse doesn't bar travelers and they hire mercenaries, but otherwise, you are correct," Sigurd whispered, studying the map as well. Was there an answer hidden there, some symbol made by the markings? Their continued frowns hinted 'no'. "They haven't involved themselves in international politics since the time of the Crusaders. In fact, their last 'official' appearance outside their borders was for Bragi's funeral, though they've of course had personal visits on the border for diplomacy's sake."

"Then perhaps this has something to do with their deceased king," I murmured without thinking. Sigurd, Quan, and Sir Midir looked at me in surprise, but Deirdre gasped and nodded as she remembered. "Though I am uncertain how. Ayra said it had been three years, yes?"

"She did, and Isaach only learned within the last year due to a personal message sent to her father," Deirdre confirmed, resting her fist against her cheek as she thought. "I don't think she knew what the message was, though."

"Their isolationism also makes it difficult to guess." My first thought was that their king had actually been assassinated, and they were pursuing the criminal, but why would they focus on us in that scenario? Surely no one had framed us for a crime three-years-old? "Chulainn?" I turned to face him and he tilted his head curiously. "You told me you've done a few jobs there. Do you have any insight?"

"Unfortunately, little," he admitted easily. I tried not to be disappointed. "Their king was still alive when I was last there. The people had no quarrel with their royal family and, thus, rarely spoke of them at all."

"Why bring up the royal family?" Deirdre asked, her eyes sharpening. "Are pegasus knights only under their command?"

"I believe so, yes."

"Then we can at least assume that whatever their reason, they're here on royal orders." She looked at the map briefly before looking at all of us. "How many royals are there?"

"The king, his two brothers, and his son." He paused, thinking. "I believe the queen is also allowed to command the knights, but can't quite remember. It never interested or involved me, so I only know what people babbled."

"I see... that doesn't really narrow it down much, even when accounting for the dead king." She grimaced. "I don't suppose…"

"All I can tell you is that the people were content with their royal family. No irritated gossip or excessive praise. Not sure I even heard their names, and frankly didn't care to."

"Damn." She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, I'll ask Lewyn when I get a chance. He's from Silesse, after all. He's probably heard more." That reminded me of his reaction to hearing about the feather. Should I confront him? …No, I had a feeling he'd lie and hide if I tried.

There was, unfortunately, nothing more to be said. We had no answers, so ultimately, it was decided we would watch and wait. Chagall had not yet replied, after all. We could afford the time. So, after a brief bit of polite farewells, Chulainn and I left and returned to my room. That was when I got my next surprise; I had mail today. Specifically, I had two letters, each paired with a package. I knew who they were from even before I checked the writing to confirm, and grew strangely nervous as I inspected them. It took me a second to figure out why; I worried these were the responses to the letters I sent about Chulainn. But I knew they couldn't be, since it was too soon. They probably haven't even read that letter yet. So, these must be replies to the earlier letter, the one where I informed them about what... had happened here... Oh, I was now nervous for a different reason.

Still, I had to face the consequences of my choices, so I sat down and opened the letter from Prince Kurth first. I already knew how Arvis would react, and no matter how resolved I was, I did wish to push off the inevitable for a while longer.

'I never realized the phrase 'please don't be mad' could inspire such dread, and your actual letter further confirmed the feeling. I cannot say I am happy you risked yourself so, yet I cannot help but be proud you stayed true to your ideals.'

I had to pause then, stunned and certain I'd read it wrong. Proud? He was... he was proud? How? Of all the possible reactions I'd imagined, not one of them had been 'proud'. After all, what I'd done was risky, idealistic, and foolish. Why would he...?

'I know well how deadly an arrow can be; Ring is one of my dearest friends. One is more than enough to kill an adult, and the gods must have been watching if it did not kill Ares immediately. Based on your description, Ares had only seconds, not nearly enough time to make any sort of decision. Yet instead of dithering, you made the choice you could live with and acted upon it despite the dangers. How could I not be proud? But how is your leg? You said you were well, so my assumption is that it healed fine, but it would ease my heart if you could confirm it.'

I could not describe the feeling bubbling in my chest as I read the words. It was warm, almost to the point of being terrifyingly painful, but it wasn't quite there and, instead, it made me smile. He was proud, and he believed me when I said I was well. He still worried, so he wanted the reassurance, but those two facts held true. It meant more than I could ever find the words to think, much less say.

'I must say I'm glad Chulainn let you. Too often, guards will prioritize their charges above all else, and while I cannot fault the attitude (and admit my own guilt), I know it would've weighed heavily on your heart if you had not even tried to save him. You may dislike me saying this, but that attitude reminds me of Cigyun. She was also the type who preferred trying, and failing, than never making the attempt to start with.'

That sparked different feelings, still warm, still painful, yet still enough to make me smile. Given he'd compared me to my mother in a previous letter, did he think I was like both of them? You would think the thought would give me complicated feelings given everything, but for some reason, it didn't. No, it made me very happy. Perhaps it was because I knew how much he respected my mother and Cigyun. Unlike Father Eirik, he meant the comparisons as compliments.

'The hostage situation concerns me, but for entirely different reasons. Ignoring Clement's own neutrality-bordering-indecisiveness, Agustria is not known for underhanded tactics. Now, granted, Byron has informed me that some of what we'd call 'underhanded' wouldn't be considered the same in Agustria (poisoned weapons, for instance), but the entire affair is bizarre. I certainly cannot blame you for purposely triggering the trap, when it was clear your options were limited and you did not expect him to be so... uncharacteristically brash.

I think I'm lucky Deirdre and Chulainn aren't my enemies, though. I much prefer not being ruined, thank you very much.'

I choked on a laugh, barely managing to muffle it. Chulainn gave me a curious look, but I waved him off. What other response was there to how lightly he'd written it? Perhaps I shouldn't have included that part of the story when I wrote my letter to him, but it felt wrong not to. After all, it had been their scheme. He'd know something was strange if we tried to say it was Sigurd's idea. In fact, I hadn't bothered when explaining things to Arvis. I'd only told him Mackily's people turned against Clement in response.

'Have you been resting? You're the type to work through anything, just like Arvis, so I worry you haven't. Please, for my sake, remember to take a few hours to simply read a book and relax. While it would be nice if things settled quickly, I fear it will not be the case. Everything about these disturbances in Agustria seems to be one bad decision after another, and I do not know if it is because they have looked down on Grannvale for favoring the subtle approach or if someone has goaded them into it.'

I could see the hidden question in the last sentence. 'Has anyone like Sandima been seen?' Unfortunately, the answer remained unknown. There was nothing on the rumors, and until Chagall replied, we had no way to confirm directly. I'd carefully word my reply to let him know there was no new information.

But, for now, I decided to open his package before continuing, and found it contained another beautiful shawl. In sharp contrast to the previous one he'd given me, it was light in color: silver and pale blue, with stars and flower petals carefully embroidered. It was longer than my usual shawls, and actually had ribbons cleverly hidden to secure it to the arms. Awestruck, I unfolded it to hold up to the light to get a better look and a small letter fluttered out from the folds. The writing was, of course, Prince Kurth's.

'Though I would joke you clearly need a fancier shawl if you are going to be attending banquets while hostage, I must admit this was commissioned before then. It's meant for formal affairs, but the material is supposed to be good for wound dressing, if there's an emergency.' He expected me to cut down and use this as impromptu bandages in an emergency? That... oh, I couldn't even pretend to be affronted, since it was completely fair. 'It also washes well, so in the event you must, it shouldn't be hard to get the blood out despite the light color.' But I did try, because I was smiling far too much and even giggling. Even though this had to be terribly expensive, he still made sure it was perfectly suited for me.

"That's an expensive piece," Chulainn noted, hovering next to me so he could study it too. I didn't know when he'd gotten close. "Is this a bribe for good behavior?"

"He didn't say such," I replied, reading over the letter again to see if he gave a reason. But, as I expected, there was no further elaboration aside from the joke. "I suppose it's because I had to forgo a shawl during the Festival of Flowers, but wore them every other time in Velthomer." So, perhaps he had commissioned it, and picked this color since I had worn a white dress then. "Should I show the others?"

"I think if you didn't, they'd be upset."

"I'll do it later, then." I carefully folded the shawl again and picked up the other letter. "But here comes the scolding."

"Your brother?"

"Yes." I opened it up and sighed at the first words I saw. 'What were you thinking?!' "He's mad."

"Most would be if their sister willingly endangered herself multiple times."

"Prince Kurth was proud."

"Of course he was." He sounded so exasperated that I made a noise in confusion. "It's nothing. Get to your scolding."

"Must I?" I sighed, and he brushed a kiss over my hair. "Well, it's either that or ignore the letter, and I can't do that." So, the only choice was to read.

'What were you thinking?! Was there no other way besides you going into danger? I will concede on Ares, since I'm certain time was limited, but why did you go into an obvious trap?' I could've sworn I had already told him why I'd accompanied Deirdre. 'Could not Edain have gone? She has combat training, even if she has not practiced it much in recent years.' This was fair, but it would've been harder to justify when we were pretending to 'play nice'. Maybe I should emphasize the explanation in my reply. I must not have been clear enough. 'Though I suppose most would not have expected Clement to have such a lack of self-preservation, given he was well known for prioritizing the safety of his people above all else. He is lucky; if Grannvale had stepped in, I do not doubt all of Mackily would've been razed as an example.'

I flinched at the words, unable to help it, and I had to close my eyes briefly. The worst part was I already knew it. It had been too blatant and too grave of an insult to Grannvale's pride for them to respond with anything less. That was why Lykos was desperately working even now to try and quell Grannvale's wrath.

'I must admit to being tempted to demand further reparations, but from what you wrote, this scheme was solely Clement's idiocy, so I'll yield to your wish and let it be. The court's response is loud and predictable, but I have been working with King Azmur and Prince Kurth to minimize it. So, tell whoever is in charge to not worry. While it will not be forgotten nor forgiven, we will consider the matter closed. In the event Chagall proves to be just as idiotic, we will not hold the incident against him... so long as Chagall does not make the mistake of bringing it up.'

In other words, they were going to try and bury it. Perhaps it was the healer in me, but I couldn't help but think it was a mistake. Ignored wounds festered easily, and I had little doubts this was a terrible wound. But, then again, if he meant only Clement would not be forgiven, then perhaps Mackily itself would be fine. I'd ask for clarification before I told Lykos, and I'd warn Sigurd about it as well. We needed to be certain Chagall would not be provoked into mentioning it, lest Agustria lose further standing.

'Also, don't use your guard as an errand boy. He can't protect you if he's not at your side.'

"He has a name, dear brother," I muttered, unable to keep from sighing. Chulainn made a noise in confusion, and I shook my head. "It's nothing." Well, he'd better use his name from now on. I would be very vexed with him if he refused to call my lover by name, after all.

"If you are certain?" he replied, frowning faintly. But, after a moment, he picked up the other package and handed it to me. "Something tells me you should open this before continuing."

"That might be a good idea." But when I undid it, I had to blink a few times. "This is...?" I held up deceptively simple barrette, silver with a sapphire crescent moon nestled among diamond stars. There was no extra note, so I had to skim through Arvis's letter to find the answer.

'Azelle says you've been wearing your hair back more, so I commissioned this for you. No, don't frown. I promise it is nowhere near as expensive as you're fearing.' If I could remember how to pout, I might have. 'If you're wondering about the design... this may sound strange, but in the midst of all the gossip talking about Mother, I actually remembered something. Back when you lived here, you and I would stay up too late under the blankets to gaze at the stars. Then Sunna would scold us for missing our bedtime. Since Azelle's letter came around the same time, I hope you can forgive the indulgence.'

"Arvis, that's mean," I muttered, unable to keep from smiling. Star gazing... yes, there was something familiar about the story. It was nothing but a wisp lingering in the back of my mind, like morning fog during the dawn, and yet... "You know I can't refuse when you ask like that." But while studying that sapphire moon, I remembered something Ayra once said and could not check my curiosity. "Say, Chulainn?" I waited until he made a noise to let me know he heard. "What is the 'power of the moon'?"

"Hmm?" He seemed surprised for all of a second before sighing. "How much has Ayra been babbling?"

"You know the main focus of what Azelle and Deirdre have been researching."

"Right, it would've come up then if nothing else." He was silent for a long moment before he unexpectedly took my barrette. "Originally, the blessings Hnoss and Germesi received were called the 'Shooting Star Blade' and 'Moonlight Blade'." He carefully began running his fingers through my hair, pulling it partially back. "Eventually, people decided that was too much of a mouthful, so the techniques became known as 'Astra' and 'Luna'."

"And 'Luna' is the power of the moon you inherited." I held still as I felt him snap the barrette into my hair. "Luna... why is that term familiar?"

"Shannan mentioned it briefly, while you were saving Lex when the assassins attacked."

"Oh?" I frowned as I tried to remember. This was made much harder because he kept playing with my hair and being terribly distracting. "Ah, yes, he mentioned something about Luna 'bypasses defenses'?"

"Yes. That's the ability. Armor, shields, barriers... just as moonlight pierces the night, so too do our swords pierce knights."

"Is it only swords?"

"Well, Isaach isn't known for its magic, but my grandfather apparently wielded a magic sword for emergencies and Luna's effect was seen on both spell and blade." He stepped to the side to look at me, while still playing with my hair. He wasn't even braiding it; he was just wrapping it around his fingers repeatedly. "Works on daggers too. My father's favorite trick was pulling it off with a knife throw."

"How does it...?" You know what; even if he answered, I doubted I would actually process it at the moment. "Is my hair so fascinating?"

"Yes." He smiled softly, and I had to avert my gaze to keep from blushing. "I told you. It's as pretty and soft as flower petals." He paused and, to my surprise, he actually chuckled. I think... I think it was the first time I'd heard him laugh. "In retrospect, that line is terribly flirtatious."

"Is it?" I thought about it before nodding. "Yes, It does sound like some of the lines in a romance novel." I paused, suddenly remembering the odd looks we'd get. "Wait, is this why everyone would...?"

"Maybe."

"And you never noticed?"

"I might have, if you'd reacted as most typically do when embarrassed." He shrugged. "But, as it was, I was simply being honest. You didn't seem to mind."

"No, I don't. I like everything about you, including your honesty." I smiled and, to my delight, he blushed and ducked his head. "Chulainn?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Alicia."

---

"Alicia, look over there! Aren't they adorable?"

"Which 'there' are you talking about, Ethlyn? We're in the market. There's a thousand and one things you can be pointing at."

"The little girls with the ribbons!"

"Oh, yes, they're quite adorable."

Others might be let down by my lukewarm reply, but Ethlyn only grinned and continued tugging me along through the market. I didn't know why; she'd just shown up at my room this morning and declared she was 'stealing me for the day'. She even told Chulainn to take the day off before dragging me away. I still didn't know what we were doing out here, or why she insisted on it, but I did enjoy seeing her smile so much.

But why must the market be so crowded all the time? It felt like there was no room to breathe and if Ethlyn hadn't been holding my hand, I definitely would've been swept away by the crowd multiple times. Even then, we had to squeeze out of the throng of people multiple times to catch our breath and it was during one such break we discovered we weren't the only one of our group out today.

"Huh? What are you two doing out?" Lex asked, staring at us blankly from the awning of the armory. Thanks to a sudden surge of movement, we'd nearly fallen right into him. "Actually, scratch that. What is she doing out here?" He pointed to me for emphasis. "You come to the market for fun, Ethlyn."

"I'm here at Ethlyn's request," I answered calmly, hiding that I hadn't exactly been given a choice. After all, I was still confused as to why Ethlyn wanted to come out with me and not someone more cheerful like Lachesis. "What brings you out and about?"

"Just looking into something. Shopkeeper said I'd have more luck finding what I'm looking for in Agusti. If not, the smiths there can easily take a commission."

"Are you looking for a new ax?"

"No, fancy spirit lady gave me a very good ax and I am not inclined to give it up." He looked awkward for a moment before shrugging. "I'm getting a gift for Ayra."

"Oh?"

"Oh~?" Though Ethlyn repeated the same word, hers had a lot more mischief and implication behind it. "And why are we getting her a gift?" she asked, the words strangely sing-songy. "Hmm?"

"It has nothing to do with what you're thinking, Ethlyn," Lex retorted dryly. However, he did not quite look either of us in the eye, a quiet hint of embarrassment. "She doesn't buy herself a lot of things; what money she has goes entirely to Shannan or weapon upkeep. The only time she buys a weapon is if hers breaks, and it's usually the most basic and cheapest so she has more for Shannan."

"So, you want her to have a good blade which can hold up." Ethlyn's teasing faded as she nodded. "That makes sense. Though, hopefully, we won't be fighting nearly as much by the time you're able to check the armory in Agusti."

"We better not. I can't imagine Agustria will look kindly on us occupying their capital, even with our sky-high reputation."

"Lex, when you give the blade, make sure to include a coin for her to give back," I suggested, mostly to keep from running down that conversation. We didn't need to be having it out in the open. "It's a belief in Isaach that gifting a weapon will 'cut' the bond, so you include the coin so she can give it back and make it 'transactional'."

"Right, good call," Lex agreed, his shoulders relaxing. Did he have ulterior motives for the gift? Well, even if he did, I doubted he'd tell me. "Wait, how do you know that?"

"She brought it up when Prince Kurth gifted me my daggers for surgeries. It's why I made the blanket for him."

"Ah, I see." He tilted his head then. "So, are you guys out buying gifts?"

"I hadn't planned on it." Seizing the easy excuse, I looked to Ethlyn. "Why did you bring me out here?"

"I thought it would be fun," Ethlyn admitted easily, without the slightest shred of shame. She even beamed. "And I was right." She turned to Lex then, tugging his sleeve. "But it would be helpful-"

"Why would I sacrifice my day to carry your things?" Lex immediately snarked. Ethlyn, of course, sulked at the refusal. "I've already accomplished my goal, so…"

"Because you get to spend time with Alicia?"

"..." Lex sighed gustily. I felt like I'd missed something. "Damn it, Ethlyn."

"Victory, victory~!" She giggled and wrapped her arms around mine. "I promise to not go overboard. Alicia wouldn't like that."

"That's the only reason I'm agreeing. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare interrupt 'sister time', even if it's at your invitation." …Sister? Why was he…? "So, did you have even a vague destination?"

"No, not really. Except avoiding the apothecary. Alicia's been working too much."

"Ah, so that's what sparked this."

"Maybe you all should ease up on the sparring. I've seen how much bruise balm you've been using."

"Come and join us. You can get staff practice while you're at it." Now that was a thought. I should bring it up to Lachesis, and it would cut down on the amount of bruise balm used. Maybe Edain would also like the practice. "It'll be fun having most everyone out in the mornings. I'm sure I can drag Azelle into it too. He should practice swords for when he's got to stab someone and can't burn them."

"Hmm..." Ethlyn tapped her cheek. "Well, Quan and Sigurd have been discussing it, and you're right in that it'll be good practice. Think Silvia's been wanting to join the lessons anyway so she has more options for self-defense."

"See? It'll be fun."

"We'll negotiate further later. For now..." She maneuvered between us and linked her arms through both of ours. "Back into the crowd!"

Thankfully, Lex quickly lifted Ethlyn so he was in the middle and, thus, he could more easily push through the crowd for us. That made it much easier to breathe, though the number of people still was enough to suffocate me. Still, Ethlyn was laughing and Lex was smiling. That was enough for me to endure. But I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when we finally left the market square and moved towards the shops in the 'higher end' part of town. There was actually space.

Of course, that didn't mean I paid any more attention to the stores here than I did the various stalls and shops in the market. I was much too focused on enjoying the ability to breathe, and truthfully did not plan on going into any of them. However, as we passed by one of the boutiques, I happened to glance inside and caught sight of someone I recognized.

"Say, Ethlyn, Lex?" I called softly. Both immediately stopped and turned to face me. "Do you mind if we step in here for a moment? I'd like to say 'hello' to someone."

"Sure, we can do that!" Ethlyn chirped, beaming. Lex took one look at the shop and sighed heavily. "Come on, Lex! You need some new clothes anyway."

"Does he?" I frowned, studying Lex's current clothes closely. But I couldn't see anything wrong with them. They fit him well, suited his build and coloring, and were not fraying. "Are they not suited to the weather?" They were the same ones he wore in Grannvale, which was milder in climate compared to Agustria.

"Sure, we'll go with that." She seized his arm and dragged him in before anyone could say anything else. Blinking slowly, I hesitantly followed them, feeling like I'd just condemned Lex somehow.

The interior was warm, both in temperature and colors. It was warm, with strategically placed sitting areas providing a full view of the various dresses on display. I'd never seen a place actually display the dresses before, and marveled at the faceless doll they used to show how the cloth fell. It was rather brilliant. Was this something common to Agustria, or was it Mistress Ariadne's innovation?

"Welcome, welcome, what can I... oh!" The familiar voice caught my attention, and I turned to see Hellen had come over to greet me. "Why, Lady Alicia!" she chirped, smiling brightly even as she curtseyed. "If you and yours needed more clothing, we would've happily come to you."

"No, in this case, we were passing by and I thought I'd say 'hello'," I explained, waving the thought away. I did not need more clothes. Between what I'd already owned and what we'd commissioned on Clement's coin, I had far more than I needed. I could wear a different dress every day for a month and never repeat. "Well, Ethlyn might be forcing Lex into getting some." It wasn't even a 'might'. I could see her dragging Lex over to another one of the seamstresses, and Lex looked like he'd prefer enduring the Siege of Nordion again. "But the ones you've made me suit so well I fear I do not wear much else."

"I thought I recognized your current dress." She brushed the hair out of her face, and light glinted off a ring I knew she had not worn last I'd seen her. Given what Lykos had told me before... "It is good to see you again, Lady Alicia. You've been missed in the castle."

"Have I? I visit Cassian fairly frequently." Unsure as to why they would miss me, I decided to instead switch the conversation. "However, I believe that's a new ring."

"Oh, this is..." She immediately blushed, but nothing could dampen the smile on her face. "Alexius proposed to me a few days ago." I was right, then. "I was so overwhelmed that I took the ring and ran off without actually answering."

"Oh, dear!" I muffled a laugh. "I take it you answered properly later?"

"Yes, he's faster, so he caught me before long." She clapped her hands together, her smile becoming shy. "Ah, but he told me you yourself have a paramour now?"

"Goodness, I didn't think such a thing was important enough to share."

"I think you underestimate how much the knights admire you, my lady." Why? I just treated their injuries. "To say nothing of the maids. Pen has been… ah, perfect timing." Hmm? What did she mean by-?

"Hellen, I brought... oh!" Ah, that answered that. The cheerful voice heralded the arrival of another: Penelope. "Lady Alicia, hello!" she greeted, rushing over to join Hellen and me. She did not wear her maid uniform today, hinting it was her day off. "What brings you here? I somehow doubt clothes, so perhaps a shawl?"

"That... is actually rather tempting," I replied, thinking of the one Hellen already made me. I wished I'd worn it today, but I was currently wearing one of the ones Arvis bought me back in Velthomer. "But no, I came in because I saw Hellen, though I think Ethlyn is currently torturing Lex." Across the shop, he looked very aggravated as a seamstress got his measurements. Ethlyn looked like she was having the time of her life. I should probably rescue him soon. "How have you been, Penelope?"

"Things have finally settled, meaning I'm free to help plan the wedding~!" Penelope grinned at her sister, who blushed once again. "Though maybe I should make some charms."

"Charms?" While I was confused at first, I eventually remembered what Chulainn had made Deirdre. "Ah, would they be for Deirdre?"

"At least one. Then one for you for happiness in love, and one for Lady Ayra as well, to find calmness. And maybe love~!"

"Maybe you should be making a charm to help you with your love life," Hellen muttered, shaking her head. She almost looked cross, but I could see the smile threatening to break onto her face. "I mean; how long have you been pining for Ulysses?"

"I have not been pining!" Penelope immediately snapped, blushing bright red. I tried to think of their few interactions to try and decide if I knew what Hellen meant. They had certainly been comfortable with one another, and the only time I'd seen her blush had been because of him. "Just because we made some silly little promise as children..."

"You two appeared to be quite serious over it. Which, for you, is saying a lot."

"Hellen...!" She scowled. "Fine. No lunch for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You left it on the counter. Again. But maybe I'll just share it with Lady Alicia and ignore you."

"Pen, I made that!"

The two soon began bickering, with Hellen trying to reclaim her homemade lunch and Penelope playing 'keep away'. I watched them with a smile, barely muffling my laughter, and when Hellen finally claimed victory, I distracted them both by requesting a new shawl. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Hellen was more than happy to get my measurements, once she hid her lunch from Penelope, and I... attempted to arrange pay. Unfortunately, that was when Ethlyn had come over to let me know Lex's measurements were done and she insisted on footing the bill. No amount of arguing could convince her otherwise, so I eventually had to relent. I felt marginally better when I learned she was buying Lex's clothes too.

As soon as all this was confirmed, though, Lex declared we were 'done for the day' and dragged us back to the castle. I didn't mind, tired as I was, but Ethlyn playfully sulked and complained the entire trip back. Upon our return, Lex escaped to his room, and I tried to do the same but was intercepted by Oifey. Apparently, Deirdre requested both Ethlyn and me and there was no way I could ever refuse her.

"Oh, welcome back!" Deirdre greeted once Oifey had led us to the balcony where she and Shannan were having tea. At least, she was sitting and having tea. Shannan was leaning against the railing, fixated on something below. "I feel like I just sent Oifey to check if you'd returned."

"You did, my lady, but I happened to have a bit of good luck," Oifey answered, his tone somewhere between casual and formal. It leaned more towards 'formal' when he pulled out two chairs for Ethlyn and me. Ethlyn immediately sat down, but I lingered back. "They had just returned with Lord Lex."

"Oh? I'm surprised he was with you." Deirdre giggled and poured some tea for us. "And you can tell Shannan isn't paying any attention since he didn't light up at the mention of Lex."

"That was obvious. Shannan?" Oifey walked over and poked Shannan's shoulder. Shannan immediately yelped and whirled, blinking in confusion. "Guests."

"Huh?" Shannan replied, still looking confused. Then he actually focused on Ethlyn and me. "Oh, welcome back!" He waved briefly at Ethlyn and raced over to tackle my legs. I had a feeling he would; it's why I hadn't sat down yet. "When did you all arrive?"

"We just got here," I reassured, stroking his hair. He grinned and hugged me a little tighter. "What held your attention so?"

"The reason why Deirdre insisted on not only having tea on the balcony, but that you and Ethlyn join her as soon as possible." With those decidedly unhelpful words, Shannan seized my hand and dragged me to the railing with him. "Lookie, look!"

Confused yet amused, I looked out, noticing this balcony had a beautiful view of the estate's gardens, but what Shannan wanted me to see wasn't there. It was in the fields just past the gardens; Sigurd, Quan, and Chulainn were racing horses. No, it was more than that. They were riding about this way and that, showing off tricks and simply galloping about. Sigurd and Quan had the biggest smiles on their faces, elation plain to see, and while Chulainn's own reaction was much more subdued, the slight, bright smile on his face was one I'd never seen before.

No wonder Deirdre insisted. I think this was the most relaxed I'd seen the three ever.

"Oh, I haven't seen that smile on Quan's face since we heard about Eldigan," Ethlyn breathed, bracing herself against the balcony railing so she could look out. She must've joined us at some point. "Same with Sigurd, and wow, this is the first time I can clearly read Chulainn's expression." She giggled, settling back down on her feet. "So, how did this come about?"

"My understanding is that Quan felt neglected since you rushed off with Alicia, and decided to drag Chulainn to the stables in an act of lonely solidarity," Deirdre replied, sipping her tea. All I could think was how bewildered Chulainn must have been. "Sigurd was already there, letting Shannan groom his horse, and so Sigurd decided to tease Quan about being so melodramatic."

"Melodramatic is right." Still, Ethlyn laughed and rejoined Deirdre at the table. I remained by the railing, content with watching. Shannan leaned against me. "But how did that turn into riding?"

"That would be due to the horse Chulainn is riding," Oifey explained, trying to nudge Shannan and me to the table. When we refused, he shrugged and set about making a plate for Ethlyn. "That one is very... how do you say... temperamental?"

"He just doesn't like being treated like a dummy when he's smarter than most humans," Shannan chirped with a laugh. It sounded like something Chulainn would say, and I couldn't help but smile. This was definitely something shared by those with Od blood. "So long as you acknowledge his intelligence, he's happy to run."

"Shannan, he nearly kicked a stable boy's face in."

"The stable boy was slacking off in his stable. Wouldn't you kick someone who stole your bed?" Shannan 'hmphed', clearly on the side of the horse, and I could not bite back a laugh in time. "Today, though, he was just bored and making trouble. Chulainn calmed him down and commented that he's been cooped up too long, so Sigurd suggested they all go riding." Ah, and Chulainn hadn't been able to resist. "I ran to let Deirdre know."

"At which point, my lady asked if we could set up a table here so she could watch. Though I'm still surprised that stallion let Chulainn near, much less saddle him."

"You just need to be a little respectful. Like with wolves!"

"Please tell me you haven't been petting wild wolves again," I sighed, already knowing the answer. Ayra was just as bad as Chulainn when it came to animals. "What am I to do with all of you?"

"Love us?" Shannan cheekily answered, grinning. I shook my head, and ruffled his hair. "Besides, they were nice."

"Don't teach this to Deirdre's baby, all right? I somehow doubt they'll take to them as they do you three."

"I'll wait until they're old enough to know not to do it without me."

"I suppose I'll have to take that." I looked back over the riding trio briefly, just to further etch the scene into my memory, before turning away and finally joined Deirdre and Ethlyn at the table. "I'm pleased to see no sweets."

"Deirdre already ate her daily allotment, so we improvised."

Deirdre, of course, sulked at the reminder her sweet intake was now severely limited, but Ethlyn quickly distracted her with a story from the market. I busied myself with the tea, and tried to get Oifey to sit and join us. Unfortunately, he was as stubborn as Chulainn and just when it looked like he might give in, he came up with the perfect excuse to escape; the riders were no longer in the field. So, of course, he should go and lead them to the balcony. He definitely wasn't fleeing.

At least, I pretended otherwise for the sake of his dignity, and enjoyed the last little bit of tea before Sigurd, Quan, and Chulainn arrived at the balcony. All three looked invigorated and, truthfully, inclined to continue the tea party, but Chulainn took one look at me and instead helped me make my excuses. Though I enjoyed spending time with everyone, a morning in the crowds was nothing but draining. I doubted even my energy-boost tea would relieve this particular fatigue.

In further consideration for my mental exhaustion, Chulainn made sure we traveled down lesser used hallways on the way to my room. Unfortunately, since this was me, this meant we stumbled upon a private conversation where passing would be awkward. Because of course we did.

"Dew, I had a question for you." In today's case, it was King Jamke and Dew, talking quietly by a window. Chulainn and I hid in a nearby alcove, but unfortunately, there was no way around without passing by them and neither of us were inclined to return the way we came. "It's something I've noticed about your sword when you fight," King Jamke continued, oblivious to our presence.

"Yeah?" To be fair, Dew was as well. But given the tense way he held himself, and the way he shifted his weight so he could bolt if need be, I had a feeling he was distracted. "What about it?" he asked, tone defensive and dry. "Is it the size? Chulainn thinks I should switch to daggers, but I figured it would be nice to know how to wield a sword for when I get bigger. I am getting bigger, you know."

"You are. You actually look your age finally." Truthfully, he was a little underweight still for his estimated age, but he no longer looked as scrawny and malnourished as he did when he first joined. In a couple more years, I was certain no one would be able to tell he'd ever starved as a child. "But no, it's not that. I swore I saw it glow."

"You..." Dew stiffened more, and his eyes widened. "I'm not cursed."

"Dew, that's not what I was saying. I was-"

"I'm not cursed. I'm not." Dew rapidly paled, his hands trembling. "It's a weird thing, but it's not a curse. I'm not spirit touched. I'm not..." My instinct was to rush over, but Chulainn wisely grabbed my arm. Right now, my presence would be more of a hindrance than help. "D-don't tell anyone! It's not a-"

"Dew, even if it was somehow a curse, I doubt anyone is going to notice with this group of oddballs." King Jamke's voice was dry, yet gentle, and he knelt down so he was 'on level' with Dew. "Funny, isn't it? You do things a little out of the normal, in a way people find acceptable, you're called 'spirit blessed'." Didn't Quan say King Jamke was called such due to his unusual strength in arms? "But the second it's something they fear, it's 'spirit touched' and 'cursed'."

"I..."

"But, whatever it is, no one here will find it strange. Not when you have Lachesis accidentally breaking the knobs off of doors, Azelle flinging fire whenever he's excited, Lex complaining when a weapon breaks against him instead of cutting off an arm, Ayra doing her Astra thing, Edain having a luck I swear breaks the laws of reality..." Despite the words, King Jamke's tone remained calm and gentle. Dew hesitantly nodded. "Even Sigurd and Quan get in on the weird things. I think it says something that Lady Alicia is the most 'normal' of the Holy Blooded folk, and she pulls four all-nighters without a care and performed a surgery while dying of poison." I had no idea what to feel about that statement. "So, no one is going to even notice. Well, except Azelle. He might ask to research it." King Jamke frowned, looking perturbed by the thought. "I will happily not inform any of them for that reason."

"Azelle's not bad."

"Have you seen him while researching? I get what Lex meant about the line being prone to obsessions." Oh, what did Azelle do now? "Regardless, I won't tell anyone, and I won't bring it up again. I asked out of curiosity, and nothing more." Carefully, he held Dew's face between his hands and rested his forehead against his. "Do you feel better? Do you need anything?"

"I..."

"You're safe. You're home. And no one is going to take either from you. I promise."

"...All right…" Dew closed his eyes tightly, forcing back tears. "All right…"

Chulainn nudged me then, and we shared a look and a nod. It was best to pretend we just arrived, so we waited until we were certain both were distracted before stepping out of the alcove. Once we did, Chulainn knocked against the wall to warn Dew and King Jamke someone was here. Dew immediately jumped back, looking around worriedly, but King Jamke only stood and turned, frowning in slight confusion.

"Is everything all right?" I asked softly, continuing the act that we hadn't been here long. Acting was easy when you were known for being serene. "Dew, you're not getting scolded for a prank again, are you?"

"Just a preemptive, since I overheard him plotting," King Jamke lied smoothly, a slight smile on his face. He was good; I wasn't sure I'd be able to guess he was lying if I hadn't rudely eavesdropped earlier. "It was something which may have led to more trouble for you, hence his reaction."

"Oh?" But when I looked more closely, I saw the slight tension in King Jamke's shoulders, and a stiffness to his expression. I'd have to remember that. "Well, I would appreciate if the pranks don't lead to an influx in the infirmary. I'm told Dew is very good at avoiding it."

"Right, this was more of an unforeseen consequence. Which I know only because I pulled a similar prank in the past."

"Ah." I turned my attention to Dew, who smiled sheepishly and awkwardly. He wouldn't look me in the eye. "Then would you like to discuss it with Chulainn, over tea?" Chulainn gave me a weird look, but I waved it away. I may be exasperated by their pranks, but right now, Dew needed something to help ground him in the present. "I was thinking about making some anyway." I actually hadn't, but there was no reason to let them know that. Instead, I held out my hand and smiled gently. Dew hesitated only briefly before coming over to take my hand. He clung tightly, but I made no comment. "What about you, King Jamke?" Instead, I squeezed his hand reassuringly and returned my attention to King Jamke, who looked more than a little surprised. "I think I can remember the recipe for salty tea, if you would like some."

"I… think I would, actually." But still, King Jamke smiled, and when he looked at Dew for quiet permission, Dew nodded eagerly. "Thank you."

"Please hold your thanks until we see if I remember or not."

"Just don't dump an entire salt shaker into it, and I'm fine." He chuckled, lost in a memory. Clearly, he learned from experience. "So..." He trailed off, his eyes darting to the window. When I did the same, I just caught a shadow of a wing before it disappeared behind a cloud. "They've been coming closer."

"I see." I studied the skies, but there were no further signs. "Do you think they'll send a messenger?"

"I have no idea. I've heard Silesse is peaceful, but I've also heard Agustria is chivalrous and honorable." Yet, sadly, Agustria seemed to be distinctly lacking in both. "I'll meet with Sigurd and Midir later to discuss what to do."

"In that case, you should definitely have some tea to relax first."

"Yes, yes, lady healer."

Thus, I spent my afternoon having tea with Dew and King Jamke, with the duo discussing pranks, both past and future, with Chulainn. I listened with increasing exasperation, chiming in with a healer's perspective of any potential hazards, and on the surface, you'd think it was just a simple chat. But both King Jamke and Chulainn kept an eye on the window, and when King Jamke finally left, he left with a small piece of paper with eight tally marks. They'd seen the pegasus knights eight times outside my window alone.

What in the world could they want?

---

Typically, once everyone turned in for the night, I wasn't disturbed until the morning unless there was an emergency. Of course, I remained awake long after everyone else slept, to study and make medicines. Taking Prince Kurth's worries into account, I also made sure to read at least one chapter of a fictional book to relax. Currently, I was reading a book Ethlyn had recommended for Deirdre and me, a tale about a young girl who was abused by her birth family but found happiness and love after escaping and being adopted by a kindly duke. It was mostly a heartwarming tale, but I did find one thing incredibly, incredibly irritating about it. The author clearly had no knowledge of medicine.

"You're scrunching up your face again." Chulainn's gentle voice lured me out of the book and when I looked up, he tapped my forehead. "Is it another inaccurate depiction of an injury?" he teased, smiling softly. One big change to our nights was that Chulainn actually sat at the table with me, usually tending to his swords while I read. It never failed to make me smile, even when he was completely right in his teasing. "Dare I ask what it was this time?"

"The way they're treating burns is ridiculous," I sighed, marking my place to close the book and rub my temple. I really did want to make it through this, but if the author was going to be this descriptive about the abuse, they should've asked a healer for accuracy. "You never put ice on a burn. It risks further damage and infection. It's always cool, not cold, water and cool compresses." Yet not only did this occur in the story, it was treated as the 'correct' way to treat said injury. "This isn't going into how their description implies a second degree burn, but their treatment is for first degree only."

"That could be meant to be a mistake on the character's part."

"Given the rest, I highly doubt that." Should I skip through? But if I did, I was sure Deirdre would pout. "It's just… it's aggravating."

"Not everyone has an encyclopedic knowledge of medicines, treatments, and plants, Alicia." He chuckled, a rare laugh which never failed to cheer me, even when I was irritated at fictional characters. "Maybe it's magic."

"Magic is not the answer to everything, and unfocused magic is a danger to all, including the caster." Those of Fjalar's blood knew that better than anyone. "Ugh… what am I going to do?"

"Use it as inspiration for lessons?"

"I just might." But the idea only reminded me of how my students knew way more than this author apparently did, and I almost complained further. The only reason I didn't was because a sharp knock on the door startled me. "Come in?" I pushed myself to my feet as Sir Midir opened the door. But I had to stare, because… "Did you get into a fight?" His clothes were rumpled, he had blood dotting one sleeve, there were bruises on his hands and arms, and I think this was the first time I'd ever seen him with his hair down, implying someone had pulled out his hair tie.

"There was a bar fight," Sir Midir 'explained', sounding perfectly calm. In fact, it was so calm I knew he was forcing it. "And I fear there were innocent bystanders who were caught in the crossfire of another's idiocy."

"So, there are wounded drunks to tend?" I asked, mostly to get clarification and, perhaps, elaboration. Sir Midir, however, only nodded. "Did a single fight escalate? I see the bruises on you, and the blood."

"Oh, the blood is not mine. It's from some fool's broken nose."

"And is said fool in the infirmary right now?"

"Of course not." He smiled faintly, and now I was certain. I'd never seen someone so politely furious before, but that was certainly what he was now. "You would feel obligated to heal him, and he deserves to choke on his blood for a night. Maybe that'll send blood back to his brain and it'll function."

"I… see…?" I tried to wrap my head around this and failed. "Out of curiosity, may I ask what crime this person committed to make you so angry?"

"I will not sully your ears. In fact, you can forget about him entirely."

"I… very well?" Something told me I'd gotten all the information I'd get right now. "Then lead the way. What sort of injuries am I expecting? Bludgeoning?"

"Some lacerations due to broken glass as well."

"And you will let me treat your bruises once I'm done with them?"

"Yes, Lady Alicia."

It didn't take me long to gather my things; I always kept my emergency medicines together. Getting my patients to cooperate long enough for me to examine them, however, took significantly longer. Some were sleepy or quiet drunks, but others were loud, active, and even combative. Chulainn had to subdue quite a few for me to safely treat them, and some were inclined to try and actually steal my things. It was a mess, plain and simple, but between Chulainn, Sir Midir, and me, we finally managed to get everyone settled and treated. Even better, most of the injuries were minor. Sir Midir proved to be the worst of the injured.

Once I was done, Sir Midir volunteered to escort everyone home, leaving me free to return to my room. But, of course, it wasn't that simple. I think Chulainn and I took two steps out of the infirmary before…

"Ah, Alicia!" Sigurd, who should've been asleep, blurted my name. I turned just in time to see him slide to a stop in front of me. "There you are! I've been…" he trailed off when he noticed the slow crowd trickling out of my infirmary. "What happened?"

"Sir Midir said there was a bar fight, and refuses to explain how such a thing made him so politely furious," I answered, brushing my hair behind my ear. Part of me wondered if I should have some of them stay the night, at least the half which couldn't stand up straight. But Sir Midir kept leading them along like a shepherd herded sheep, barely even acknowledging Sigurd's presence with a polite bow, so I didn't voice the suggestion. "Is he upset they ruined a quiet night of drinking?"

"Usually such antics only exasperate him. Honestly, there's very few things which truly anger him…" Sigurd frowned in thought before shaking his head. "I'm sure I'll get a report in the morning. Since he didn't bother with greetings, he's probably mentally writing it right now."

"May it give you answers." But, for now, I studied him and noticed he was actually wearing his sleeping pants, and a shirt haphazardly thrown on. This implied he'd at least been planning to sleep, and not working. "You are usually asleep at this hour. Is all well?"

"I… that…" He grimaced and ran a hand through his hair, panic creeping back onto his face. "So, Quan, Deirdre, and I were having a late meeting."

"Sigurd, you all should be resting." Maybe my guess had been wrong, then.

"It's Quan's fault and scold later, please. Deirdre's nose suddenly started bleeding, and she complained about a sharp pain in her hips."

"Oh?" I was worried for a split-second, but then remembered something from Mistress Yesui's lessons. During the fourth month of pregnancy, the increased blood flow could cause unexpected nosebleeds, and the pain in her hips could simply be the ligaments there stretching due to the growing uterus. "Let me check to be certain, but I do not believe this is abnormal. I take it Quan remained with Deirdre?"

"Yes, though in retrospect, he really should've been the one to find you. He's faster than me, thanks to the Njorun blood." Ah, was that another of the blessings Njorun blood gave? So, that was strength, speed, stamina… I wondered what the last one was. At least, I believed I heard it gave blessings in four areas, like Baldr and Bragi blood. "Then again, I'm the one who thought of getting you first."

"I'm pleased one of you did. But shall we head off?"

Sigurd took the hint, and happily escorted Chulainn and me to his room. Inside, Quan had Deirdre sitting, leaning forward while pinching her nose with a bloodied handkerchief. I took charge immediately, and gave Deirdre a quick examination. Satisfied with the initial findings, I led her to the bathroom to help her clean up and change, while also giving her a more thorough check-up without a worried husband and even more worried brother-by-marriage hovering. Chulainn could deal with them.

"It looks like it's just as I thought," I finally concluded, setting down my staff and taking the stained handkerchief from Deirdre. No new blood joined what was scabbing on her face. "Though it was no doubt startling, there's nothing unusual about your health." Setting the handkerchief down, I wet another cloth and wiped the blood off her face. She scrunched up her face in mild protest, but otherwise let me fuss. "Though, I imagine that'll change before long. It's about this time you'll start experiencing things such as heartburn, urinating more frequently, digestive problems…"

"You make it sound like so much fun," Deirdre instantly deadpanned. But I had already warned her of these possibilities, so she sighed and took off her nightgown to change into a fresh one, since she kept some in the bathing room for convenience. Her current one has some blood droplets near the collar and chest. "Ugh…" She soon grimaced, though, and pressed her fingers into her side. "So… itchy…!" I caught her hand before she actually started scratching and knelt down to examine more closely. Had I missed something? "I don't think it's much to worry about. I was going to bring it up in the morning, but my belly and breasts have been itchier recently."

"That's probably because both are swelling." There was thankfully no rash, but I could clearly see the stretch marks forming. "See? You have a bit of a baby bump now." I turned her a little towards the mirror so she could see. "Did we get you new breastbands? They'll be swelling even more."

"Ah, no, we decided to wait until I was out of my first trimester."

"We'll need to order them then, and maybe some looser clothing for you." Satisfied, I looked through the nightgowns she had stashed in the nearby cabinet. "Lotion might also help, and I believe there's some bathing mixtures we can add to your bath to further soothe the skin." I found the loosest of the gowns and handed it to her. "But, for now, I'll say you're correct. We'll keep an eye, but it should only be a mild inconvenience."

"Thank you…" Deirdre didn't put on the nightgown right away. Instead, she stared at the mirror, and her very slight bump. "So small…"

"I think I read it's not uncommon for a first pregnancy."

"I see." She smiled shyly and pulled the gown on. "I'm sorry. It's just… like, I knew I was pregnant. Obviously. But seeing the baby bump really…" She knew, but only now she could truly, truly comprehend it. If all went well, she'd be a mother next summer. "Oh, I hope all this is over by the time they're born."

"I hope so as well." Personally, I hoped it was done before she finished her second trimester, if only for her health, but I wouldn't say it aloud. It felt too hopeful, given we knew too little about how Chagall would respond. "I still can't believe you want me to pick names for your child, though."

"I have complete faith in your excellent judgment." She turned to beam at me, and I could only sigh. "Any ideas?"

"You are…" The worst part was if I admitted I didn't, she'd be sad but understanding. So, I had to at least come up with one name, and unfortunately, only one came to mind. "Maybe you could use 'Seliph' for a boy."

"Seliph?" She looked surprised. "Why that?"

"I'll give you a list, later. It's just…" I gestured at myself. "My own name came from a story."

"That's right. You share the name as…" She grinned brightly and I had a sudden bad feeling. "Sigurd!" She burst from the bathroom before I could stop her. "If we have a boy, we're naming him 'Seliph'!"

"Deirdre, that was a completely random choice!" I followed her out, only to be met with a giggling Deirdre, and three very bewildered men staring at her. And it said something when Chulainn was openly confused. "You shouldn't-"

"No, no, it's perfect!"

"Deirdre!"

"...Isn't that the name of one of the protagonists of that book you lent me?" Chulainn finally asked slowly, trying to catch up with the conversation. Truthfully, I was surprised he knew; I'd never seen him read the book. In fact, I'd never seen him with it at all. "'Seliph' and 'Alicia', right?"

"Yes, that's why it's perfect!" Deirdre declared, still giggling. I regretted so much right now. Not even her smile was dampening the feeling. "My favorite story, and a tie to my best friend! What could be better?" She then paused, her eyes sparkling. Meanwhile, Sigurd and Quan exchanged a 'what is going on?' look. "Wait, so you did read it? You never said anything, so I wasn't sure and I didn't want to push, but-"

"I'm reading it now. Take a breath before you get dizzy again. Aren't you short of breath these days?"

"I… yes…" The sparkles faded for sheepishness. "Um… let me know what you think?"

"I will."

"On that note, I think it's time for all of us to head to bed," Quan declared, firmly yet softly. He even rested a hand on my back to help escort me out. "Before the healer remembers how late it is."

"I maintain it's your fault, and use the fact that you're fully dressed as my proof," Sigurd retorted without heat. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Deirdre, gently supporting her. "We were going to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll take the blame this time, in consideration for Deirdre."

"How chivalrous. Alicia, is there anything I need to do? I already knew Deirdre should keep her head elevated, just in case her nose starts bleeding again."

Thanks to Quan and Sigurd, the conversation stayed on serious matters, namely how to keep Deirdre comfortable while minimizing pain and anxiety of her choking on blood. We settled on turning one of the plush chairs into a little 'nest' of blankets and pillows for her to sit and doze while Sigurd read through some reports. Once we got her tucked in, and extracted a promise from Sigurd to not stay up too late, Quan, Chulainn, and I left to head to our respective rooms.

However, once we were out of sight of Sigurd's room, I glanced up at Quan with a raised brow and asked, "So, why were you meeting so late?"

"Discussing the pegasus knights," Quan admitted easily and without shame. "Night guard reported they had darted very close again, but since they were not armed, they chose to ignore them. However…" He pulled a feather from his pocket, identical to the one Chulainn found when we went foraging. "We keep finding these in the gardens."

"So, they are either hovering there for an extended period, or landing here?" I thought for a moment and then looked at Chulainn. "I don't suppose you know which is more likely?" Chulainn, of course, shook his head, and I fought off the urge to sigh. At what rate did pegasi lose their feathers? How? Was it like when humans shed hair? Was it like dead skin flaking off? "None of this is making sense."

"No, it doesn't. If they meant to attack, they would've ambushed us days ago. Only soldiers from the Munster District are used to keeping an eye on the skies." He sighed, shaking his head. "Ultimately, we decided to keep playing the waiting game. Chagall continues to be silent. However…" He studied the feather once again before returning it to his pocket. "We can't keep this up. Our guards are becoming too twitchy."

"I should ensure my emergency medicines are stocked." If the guards were twitchy, someone was going to be hurt.

"And, hopefully, you can charm them while stuffing someone's insides back where they're supposed to be. As you usually do."

"Quan, did you hit your head?" I gave him a bizarre look, only for him and Chulainn to share a slight smile. "Go to sleep. You're speaking nonsense."

"By the way, why are you still awake?"

"I was reading a book Ethlyn recommended when Sir Midir informed me some had been injured in a bar fight." Though I said the words lightly, I had to look away as I thought of the book again. "It's a good way to relax, usually."

"Usually?" He tilted his head, and I barely bit back a sigh at the slip. "Is there something wrong with this book?"

"That is…"

"She's a healer, and apparently the author's description of wounds and medical treatments are woefully inaccurate," Chulainn 'helpfully' explained, the words as lightly blunt as ever. I still shot him a dirty look, which he matched with his own faint smile. "She was complaining about it when Midir showed up."

"Ah, nothing like being an expert in a field and dealing with others' ignorance," Quan grumbled, understanding immediately. "I'm like that with horse care. Horses are the lifeblood of Leonster, so whenever I read or hear of someone not tending to them correctly…"

"Though there are cultural differences."

"Yes, like your trick, but I could see why your trick would help the horse. Now, using your bloody sword, literally bloody I must add, to clean your horse's hoof?"

"That's beyond well-meaning ignorance."

"It's not when the person was genuinely confused at why I was making a fuss."

Thus Quan shared some stories about what he'd dealt with in the past, some far more well-meaning and understandable than his initial example. Chulainn spoke a few he'd seen, and between the two, I was encouraged to complain about the story. Quan promised to subtly ask Ethlyn about it, mostly so we could find a way where I could still read her favorite book since I truly wanted to, and by the time Quan split off for his room and Chulainn and I had returned to mine, I was actually in a good mood.

Said good mood vanished within three seconds, since I saw the shadow of a wing out my window. Something had to give soon. None of us, including them, could keep this up forever.

---

Deirdre wasn't the only one I treated daily. At my request, Silvia also had daily checkups, so I could see if she was straining herself too much for her shows. After all, she danced multiple every day, to keep up morale, and while I heard only good things about said shows, I worried terribly about her health. Thankfully, she didn't mind my fussing; sometimes it even seemed like she enjoyed it. The only thing she ever insisted on was that she would not let me see her upper back. I would admit to finding it a little strange, mostly because she didn't seem to mind baring skin given her usual clothes, but did not ask. It was her body, after all, and so long as she was not wounded there, I had no right to force.

"Alicia, Alicia!" Silvia's bright chirp tugged me from my musings, and I hummed to let her know I was listening. I'd let my thoughts run away from me since she had been discussing joining the morning lessons with Chulainn. "I've a question," she continued, smiling brightly. Between that and the slightest exasperated look Chulainn wore as he leaned against the far wall, I concluded she had successfully argued her case. It was rather funny how we shared students. "Did Beowolf get treated?"

"Beowolf?" I repeated, surprised. That was not a name I expected from her. Aside from the rest of my students, she only really interacted with Lewyn. Even her flirtations with Alec were brief and fleeting, more of a game the two played every once in a while than anything with substance. "Why would he need treatment?"

"Last night, I was performing at a bar and Beowolf punched someone in the face and I think he was bleeding."

"I somehow doubt he did that unprovoked."

"Oh, the man was making some very lewd comments about me." That… I hated how nonchalantly she said it, even if I recognized she was used to it. "Very lewd. And not even creative about it either. All about how he wanted to lift up my skirts and-"

"Silvia, unless you want a healer's perspective to determine how anatomically plausible said actions are, I must ask you refrain from repeating the bile." I caught Chulainn's eye in a silent question, and after a moment, he nodded and slipped out. He'd check on Beowolf for me. "Ah, but is this why there was a bar fight last night?"

"Er… yes? I mean; it turned into a brawl before long, since the guy's friends were idiots who thought they could take Beowolf and Midir. Think Midir busted one's face and went right back to drinking. At least, until it escalated further and dragged the entire tavern into the mess." She blinked a few times before gasping. "Oh, wait, don't tell me you were woken up for it!"

"No, I hadn't fallen asleep yet." Well, it was nice to finally get some explanation for last night. Sir Midir must have still been furious about what the man had said. "Besides, everyone knows I do not mind being woken up for emergencies."

"Right, but…" She frowned. "Alicia, when do you sleep?"

"I sleep every night, unless I plan for an all-nighter or there's an emergency."

"For how long?"

"It is a sufficient amount for myself."

"Hmm..." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but I shrugged. I couldn't give her exact hours since it varied. But I usually managed at least two or three hours, and that had always been enough for me. "When does Chulainn sleep?"

"He sleeps when I do, or so he claims."

"Right, you two don't share a room yet." She hummed a little in thought, but my own thoughts stumbled at the words. She said it like it was obvious, but did I want to...? Ah, that may be another conversation with Edain, much later. "Wait, when does he practice?"

"Practice?"

"His swords and all. He clearly does."

"You'll need to ask him."

"Okay!" She beamed and immediately turned to the door. Two seconds later, Chulainn came in with Beowolf. "Chulainn, when do you practice your swords?"

"At night before bed," he answered, acknowledging the strange question with only a raised brow. I marveled at how she'd correctly guessed he'd be there. Was it a coincidence? She was the type to keep staring until it opened. "It's a good way to relax." He caught my eye and nodded to Beowolf. "Got him."

"That was faster than expected," I replied, finishing up Silvia's examination. If I had to be honest, I actually expected him to not come at all. Beowolf seemed determined to avoid me, perhaps due to his past experiences with healers. "Did you barter a night of drinking?"

"Don't put ideas in his head."

"I know Sir Midir has invited you."

"Still."

"Damn, I should've thought of that," Beowolf muttered, chuckling good-naturedly. He waited for me to step away from Silvia before coming over and holding out his hand. "Hate to bother, little lady, but there's more pain to this hand injury than I expected."

"You could never 'bother' me, Beowolf," I dismissed, taking his hand to examine closely. Upon finding the cuts on his knuckles, I couldn't help but murmur, "this looks like a fight bite."

"Oh?" While Beowolf initially sounded uninterested, his eyes flicked over to where Silvia was hovering near, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Is that the official diagnosis?"

"It's what Father Eirik always called them." My, he was softer than he liked to pretend. Why else would he ask for Silvia's sake? "They're injuries caused when you cut your hand on someone's tooth, often due to a misplaced punch."

"Ah, that'll make sense. I started it by punching the idiot in the mouth by accident. Was aiming for his head, but the idiot moved at the last second." He sighed gustily. "Those sorts of comments are for the bedroom, or at least someone who is receptive. Don't go dancing without a guard anymore, Silvia."

"Why not?" Silvia asked, tilting her head. On the surface, the question was innocent, but I caught the bitterness within. "I've always done so."

"Because you're now with people who will be upset if you're hurt," Beowolf answered easily and without hesitation. She blinked a few times. "There's a reason Midir threw the second punch, after all. Honestly, I only beat him to it because I was closer." He gestured to me with his free hand. "And, don't forget, she sassed a high rank lord who was holding her hostage because you needed treatment. When you were a stranger. What do you think she'll do now that she knows and likes you?"

"...Oh." Silvia stared for a long moment, innocent and smiling mask faltering with surprise. It hurt my heart to see, but I understood. It took me a long while to realize I had a home here too. "I'll… I'll try to remember, then."

"Good enough for now." Beowolf grinned and looked at Chulainn over his shoulder. Chulainn met his gaze impassively. "Hey, that'll be a good reason to drag you out. You can play guard for Silvia too."

"L-let's not force!" Now Silvia's eyes were wide, and I could see fear and frazzlement warring even as she struggled to keep up her smile. "I…"

"Silvia, if you would like, we can discuss the matter of a guard with Sigurd later," I gently interrupted, careful to keep calm. It would give Silvia something to focus on. "It's not something which should be decided immediately, anyway." As I hoped, Silvia soon relaxed, nodding shyly. "For now, we should head to the infirmary and prep for a quick surgery."

"Huh? Surgery?" Beowolf repeated, gaping. When I did not rescind the words, he looked down at his hand again. "Little lady, is it that bad?"

"Of course. Bite wounds get infected very easily. As such, I have to open up your hand and wash the joint to prevent you from getting sepsis." I smiled and he stared. "Come along now, unless you want to lose the finger and possibly hand."

"Something tells me I should've gone to you immediately."

"Yes, indeed, and I will have a word with Sir Midir since he did not mention you were involved in said fight." I probably should've assumed so since they often went drinking together now, but that was my own mistake. "Thankfully, we've caught this early. You have good instincts."

"More like paranoia. A mercenary without a hand doesn't get hired nearly as much. I'd been debating on seeing you when Hound came to check in." He sighed heavily and nodded. "Well, you're the expert. But do I have to be knocked out for this?"

"No, that should not be necessary." A local pain relief would be enough unless I had to do in-depth surgery. "Shall we head off?"

Beowolf agreed without further protests, so all four of us headed to the infirmary, Silvia tagging along to be an extra pair of hands if I needed it. Thankfully, the treatment itself was simple. No infection had set in yet, and the joint capsule remained intact, so all I had to do was irrigate and debride the wound. We'd have to watch it for the next few days, but for the moment, I was hopeful he'd recover quickly and have only minimal stiffness in his hand. I did have to catch myself from stitching the wound shut, though. This sort of wound was best left open, with bandaging to keep it clean and dry.

"Feels strange having my hand numbed up like this," Beowolf commented afterwards. He was sitting at the table, moving his bandaged hand to reassure himself it was still attached to his body. The numbing balms had been more effective than I'd anticipated. "Not moving right either."

"That would probably be because you had a dagger in your hand just a few minutes ago," Chulainn blandly reminded him. Across the room, I was showing Silvia the best way to clean and sterilize a knife after a surgery, though I kept one eye on Beowolf just in case he accidentally worsened his wound due to not feeling pain. "Or the bandages."

"Hush. It's too early in the day to be making sense."

"It's after noon."

"Still too early. Also, did she always have that smaller one? I thought she only owned the dagger on her belt, though she never uses it."

"Smaller one is for surgeries. The one she wears is for emergencies, cutting out arrows, and providing an extra weapon for someone else because she does not fight." All of this was very true, though I did feel a little defensive about the last bit. It would be more accurate to say I 'could not' fight. Even the thought made me nauseous. "So, she's had it for a while. Most don't see it."

"Wow, you rattle off details about your lady love easily." Beowolf grinned, and I had a sneaking suspicion he'd actually brought up the topic to tease Chulainn. "While I'm thinking about it, Hound, do you need tips?"

"For...?" Chulainn frowned, and Beowolf nodded at me with a sly smirk. "Ah. No."

"That was quick."

"I'd prefer not to get advice from someone who got himself chased out of Conote for seducing a duke's daughter, Free Knight."

"That duke just didn't want to admit his 'perfect daughter' was tired of being perfect."

"You still got chased out."

"Fine, fine, but the offer is there if you need it." He carefully stretched out his neck and rolled his shoulder. "Still surprised, though. I've seen all sorts throw themselves at you, and you never even blinked."

"Wasn't interested. And I didn't work with you all for that long."

"Long enough to know this place has been good for you."

"Yes, yes, old man Free Knight."

"I'm not that much older than you, bratty Hound."

"Boys, I think you're supposed to behave in the infirmary," Silvia teased, flashing a grin over her shoulder as I finished cleaning the knife. She helpfully passed me a towel before skipping over, clasping her hands behind her back. "But next time, Beowolf, don't punch them in the face. Just kick them in the balls and be done with it."

"Maybe I should've stabbed him there instead," Beowolf drawled, chuckling at the thought. I shook my head and sheathed the knife before returning it to its drawer. I wasn't certain the infirmary was the most appropriate place to discuss inflicting bodily harm on another. "Wait, no, then we'd be obligated to bring him over to the little lady here, wouldn't we?"

"Just crack them and be done. Like an egg!" Silvia giggled, clearly amused, while Beowolf laughed and Chulainn rolled his eyes. "Then Alicia won't be bothered and…" Silvia trailed off suddenly, her attention fixed on the window. My infirmary had one for natural lighting, and it overlooked the inner courtyard. "Hey, what's that outside?" So, all of us turned to look, and we were treated with yet another sighting of the pegasus knights, over the inner courtyard. But this time, they had a weapon in hand, implying an attack. Yet the knight's movements were not as focused as you'd expect for an actual assault. It was like they'd forgotten they carried one while flying close.

In the end, though, it didn't matter. They'd darted well within our boundaries with a weapon, and their surveillance had put everyone on edge. It did not surprise me to see an arrow flying straight for the knight. What did surprise me was it didn't hit them. No, it hit a different knight, one who flew to intercept and protect the first knight. Unfortunately, they'd been in the middle of a turn, so when it hit, they slipped off and fell.

Even as I wondered why they were not secured in the saddle, I'd grabbed my staff and rushed out of my infirmary. After all, it didn't matter. At that height, there was a good chance they'd survive the fall, but they'd need immediate medical attention to not die soon afterwards.

So, I ran. I ran and ran and ran. I knew Chulainn would follow before long, probably after doing the smart thing of sending Silvia and Beowolf off as messengers. As for me, I focused on running, and it did not take me long at all to reach the inner courtyard. As one could expect, a crowd had already gathered, both out of worry and because they finally, finally, could lay eyes on the interlopers who had been observing our every movement for the past week or so. Said interlopers, the pegasus knights, were clustered in the very center, with two tending to the pegasi pawing the ground nervously and two more brandishing lances at the crowd in clear threat. 'Do not come closer.'

I couldn't blame them for being wary. One of theirs was hurt because of us, and they had no idea if we were friend or foe. However…

"Pardon me." However, I knew this couldn't be afforded. Even if I hadn't seen their wounded comrade fall after being shot by an arrow, I could easily smell the blood. So, I pushed my way through the crowd to stand before the knights. "Let me through," I requested, as calm as ever. The knights narrowed their eyes suspiciously, but my own were focused on the crimson staining the grass. "One of yours is injured."

"S-stay back!" one snapped, her voice hard as she pointed her lance right at me. Someone gasped behind me, but I paid it no mind. "We're-"

"Can you afford to be wary when one of yours is dying?" It was a low blow to be certain, but there was no time to waste. "I am a healer. Let me through, unless you are refusing medical treatment on your comrade's behalf."

"That…" Those hard eyes wavered, so I took a step forward. "I said stay back!" She swung wildly and, unfortunately, I'd been close enough for her to graze my cheek. There was definitely a commotion behind me this time, but I kept my attention on them. "I…"

"I am a healer." After all, someone had to be calm. With everything a mess, I had to be calm. This was why Father Eirik emphasized it so much. Panicked people rarely could make logical decisions. "I can help your friend. But I have to get close to examine them. I don't exactly have a Physic staff." And, truthfully, I'd refuse to use one if I did. My training wasn't for the 'quick fixes' on the field. I was trained for medical emergencies, like this.

"You…" The one who'd attacked me looked ready to say more, but one of the others rested a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Instead, she clenched her jaw hard enough I swore I heard her teeth creak, and nodded curtly before standing aside at last.

I seized the opportunity to rush forward and kneel beside the injured knight propped against some hastily set down saddlebags. Surprisingly, she was actually conscious, though her eyes struggled to focus as she lifted her head. "Who…?" she rasped, her voice high and breathy from the pain. "Oh, you're bleeding…"

"It's fine," I reassured, focused on examining her. Broken bones, internal bleeding, copious bruising… she was a right mess even without the arrow in her abdomen. "As I told your comrades, I am a healer, dame knight. My name is Alicia."

"Oh, you're the Red Rose..." She blinked a few times. "Um... why are you here?"

"You have been watching us for some time, so I'm certain you know I live here."

"Not outside. Where I am."

"Yes, you are outside, but you're still within the grounds." Oh, wait, I understood what she was trying to ask now. "As for why I'm treating you, you're injured."

"And that's... all the reason you need?"

"Yes." Finished with my initial check, I met her hazy eyes. "Now, I'm sure you're aware of this, but you're gravely injured. You will die without treatment." She flinched and looked away, but I continued on. "What I would like to do is bring you inside to perform surgery."

"And the other options?"

"I can attempt to heal you out here, and cut the arrow out, but it is much riskier."

"And based on the arrow's depth and angle, it definitely hit something important." She grimaced, and dug one of her hands into the dirt hard enough to rip up the grass. "I... I don't want to die. I can't die. There is someone I absolutely, absolutely, must see again." She thought for a moment before meeting my gaze again, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Um... if I promise to explain, will you help me?"

"I don't need an explanation to help you. Surely you've heard I do not charge for my skills." I smiled back, calm and kind. She relaxed a little. "Now then..." I looked back to see if I could catch anyone's eye and, to my not-surprise, both Chulainn and Sigurd were standing nearby. "She needs surgery, so we need a room."

"Edain and Ethlyn are already setting one up," Sigurd explained with a kind, if slightly wry smile. I relaxed, relieved they'd already anticipated it. "But I imagine they'll make a fuss over the cut on your face. Didn't you just get the last one healed?"

"It's been longer than that," I retorted without heat, shrugging. After all, it had been my own fault. "Chulainn, can you pick her up? As for the others…"

"I'll take charge of them. I am the lord of this lovely villa, technically, and Deirdre is preparing a guest room for them. Not sure what we'll do about the pegasi, though. What stables do they need?"

The question was obviously directed to the knights, so instead, I focused on keeping my patient stable as Chulainn picked her up and carried her inside. Others could handle any questioning and hospitality. I had a patient to treat.

---

The surgery was a success, though removing the arrow proved as complicated as I feared. It hit her intestines, so Edain had to focus on removing it while I healed the injury with magic and Ethlyn kept watch on her vitals. But once it was out, we were able to mend the bones and control the bleeding. Chulainn helped us move her to a separate room once we were done, and stood guard at the door as I examined her again for anything we may have missed or worsened during the move.

I was just readjusting the blankets after changing the bandages on her abdomen when she started to stir. "Ah, good evening, miss," I greeted, leaning over to smile at her. She groaned and frowned, eyes narrowed. "Do you remember where you are?"

"You… oh, wait, yes. I know the hair," she mumbled, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes. When that failed, she reached up to rub them. "Strange, I'm sleepy, but not groggy. How? Sleeping medicines usually make me feel like death for days."

"That would be because I used a Sleep staff, not sleeping medicines." Cassian had gifted it to me, now that Lykos was done with his investigations, claiming it was part of the 'reparations' for my 'ordeal'. I'd tried to refuse, feeling like it was too much, but he'd cleverly pointed out it would be much more useful in my hands given the sort of emergencies I usually had to deal with, so I had to relent. Worse, I now had to tell him he was right. He was going to be terribly smug. "I'd chosen to do so since I couldn't ask for allergies, and I'm glad I did after hearing of your adverse reaction. Do you know if it is the medicines in general, or a specific ingredient?"

"Er…"

"You… probably never thought about it." I smiled, masking my awkwardness with ease, and she smiled back hesitantly. "It's also not a conversation you should have when you're waking from surgery. I apologize."

"Right, surgery." She tried to sit up, but I stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. So, instead, she lightly rested her hand on her abdomen. "How was…?"

"You were in just as bad of a state as I feared, but I foresee no long term complications." She would have to be on a special diet for a while until we were certain her digestive system worked as it should, though. "You're definitely on bed rest for the next week, and potentially longer."

"I understand." She sighed, but her smile softened. "Thank you. And your cheek is healed? It looks like it, certainly not bleeding, but…"

"Edain healed my cheek while I put you to sleep." It had been very shallow, after all, and cost her nothing to treat immediately. "So, you needn't worry. I was the one who came too close, too soon." I returned to the original task of adjusting the blankets. "Now then, do you think you can stay awake a little? There's some medicine I'd like you to take and…" And someone knocked on the door. Not two seconds later, it opened to reveal Sigurd. "Hello."

"Hello?" Sigurd replied, probably wondering at the slightly curt greeting. But then he looked at the bed. "Oh, my apologies!" He made to step out of the room, but Chulainn nudged him back inside and closed the door behind him. "Er…" He blinked a few times before sighing and bowing to the knight in the bed. "I should have waited. I did not think you would be awake yet, dame knight."

"...Are you waiting for me to tell you my name so you can pretend you didn't know it?" the knight asked softly, frowning slightly. From anyone else, the words might've sounded suspicious and accusatory, but from her, there was only genuine confusion. "You must've interrogated my squad?"

"While you were hanging by a thread in surgery?" Sigurd shook his head. "Not even Quan wanted to. Something about information being garbled by worry."

"Oh." She frowned a little more, and tapped her fingers against her blanket in a strangely rhythmic fashion. It was like she was playing a song. "Ah, everything is so confusing." She sighed and sank further into her pillows. "The world makes more sense in Silesse."

"You are certainly far from home." Sigurd glanced at me in silent question, and after a moment, I nodded. She should be well enough for a lengthy conversation. "Are you able to tell me more? At least about the sequence of events that led to you being shot? While I did receive a report, I would like to know your side of things."

"To explain our side, I will need to explain everything." She was silent for a moment before looking at me. "Can I not sit up at all?"

"I wouldn't recommend it, given the wounds," I answered softly, already pulling over a chair for Sigurd. Luckily, he took the hint and sat down so she wouldn't have to strain her neck. "Might you give us your name? I told you before, but mine is Alicia. This is Sigurd."

"My name is Erinys of the four Heavenly Knights," she introduced, her voice mostly even. There was a bit of stumbling over the title, hinting it was a recent one. "I'm… how much do you know about Silesse's internal affairs? My assumption would be 'nothing', but…"

"We know your king died three years ago."

"Ah, so you know the starting point." She smiled bitterly. "Our king… he'd always been frail. You wouldn't expect it from someone with Major Holy Blood, but he was. As such, his brothers had to assist him with ruling, an arrangement the three never seemed to mind. I remember King Cynefrith always seemed to get along well with the Grand Dukes, the three laughing as they discussed politics. But…" She grimaced. "After his death…"

"...How healthy is your prince?"

"Huh? Uh… very? Or was, when I last saw him?"

"So, he didn't inherit his father's frailty." Given what was going on in Grannvale, I only had one guess. "This would mean he would not necessarily need the same help his father did and, as such, his uncles' power would diminish, something they did not take kindly to, yes?"

"Can you read minds?" Her eyes widened, and she appeared so genuinely confused that I realized she meant the question seriously.

"There's a similar incident brewing in Grannvale, with Duke Reptor and Prince Kurth. So, I took a guess."

"Oh." She colored, and awkwardly cleared her throat. "A-anyway, yes, that's what was going on. It… it doesn't help that Prince Lewyn kept avoiding his lessons and the like." Sigurd and I shared a glance at the name. What would be more likely: the bard sharing the name or the bard being the prince himself? I didn't know how common the name was. "And King Cynefrith's condition rapidly deteriorated, so everyone thought there would be more time and…" Rapid deterioration… given this involved politics and succession, I could not help but wonder if he'd been poisoned. "I'm rambling. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, but I do wonder how this is the 'starting point'," Sigurd gently reassured, guiding the conversation back on track. We could worry about Silessean politics another day, if at all. "I also couldn't help but notice you used 'prince' for this Lewyn. Is he too young to succeed?"

"No, Prince Lewyn was seventeen when his father died, one year past his coming of age," Erinys explained, relaxing a little. But then she winced at the memory. "It… it was hard on him. He and his father had always been terribly close. And Prince Lewyn… he's a rapscallion and a prankster, but he's also terribly kind. When we were little, I took a hit for him during a snowball fight, and he was inconsolable for days because he couldn't stand anyone being hurt for his sake."

"Ah, so the two of you are childhood friends?"

"Yes, ever since my older sister, Annand, became a squire in Queen Lahna's guard." Annand… Lewyn had compared me to someone by the same name. "So, I was by his side in the aftermath of his father's death, and I could see the stress wearing down on him. A throne he'd never prepared for, the death of someone dear… and then his uncles began clamoring for the throne themselves. Prince Lewyn was inclined to let them have it, thinking it would be more stable, but…"

"But the people would not allow it, as he was the Major."

"Yes, only the wielder of Forseti, the Wind of Judgement, is allowed to sit on the throne. This is what the people believe, and more to the point, they loved Prince Lewyn. He was constantly sneaking out, you see. Sneaking out, helping people with errands, playing songs to keep them entertained… oh, the number of times I had to drag him back to the castle…" She sighed. "I thought it would be the same that day."

"That day?"

"He disappeared. Ran away. No one has seen him in three years." She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm… truthfully, I'm grateful he only ran. I remember being deathly afraid he'd kill himself from the grief and stress."

"But three years is a long time for a royal to be missing during a succession crisis."

"It is." She opened her eyes to smile bitterly, more tears slipping down her face. Sigurd quietly offered her a handkerchief, which she took. "We spent two years scouring all of Silesse. Some parts are terribly difficult to reach, so we thought he was hiding there. But eventually, we realized he hadn't hidden within. He'd escaped the borders. Queen Lahna wrote King Azmur, King Imuka, and King Mananan, asking if they had seen or heard anything, but all wrote they had not." Ah, this must be the letter Ayra remembered her father receiving. "They promised to quietly assist, though, and we continued looking within in case we missed something."

"Did you find something which led you to Agustria?"

"I don't know." She tried to smile, but with the tears, it only looked terribly tired. "King Imuka wrote Queen Lahna shortly before his death that his knights saw someone who matched Prince Lewyn's description. By the time the letter reached us, though…" He had passed, and Chagall had taken the throne. "Still, Queen Lahna asked if I would investigate further, so I gathered a small squad and arrived here."

"I see." Sigurd hesitated, no doubt because of the tears, but he chose to ignore it for now. I set about making her some tea for the terrible headache she was about to have. "How did that lead to us?"

"After making us wait for so long, King Chagall eventually told me that you all had captured Prince Lewyn and were planning to execute him." Well, that was interesting. Given the timing, was this his 'response' to our message? "I rushed out, of course, but as we flew, I started thinking of all the rumors. There's so much conflicting information, but the further we got from Agusti, the worse the people spoke of King Chagall. Yet they spoke so highly of you and yours, Lord Sigurd." So, Chagall was at least trying to mitigate the rumors within his own castle. That showed more sense than I expected. "By the time we made it to Mackily, all of us were so confused that we decided to watch and wait."

"Hence the surveillance."

"Yes." Her tears finally stopped, but she still looked exhausted. Why did I have a feeling the magic-induced sleep was the most she'd had in the past few days? "As for today… well, while we were watching, one of mine thought she saw Prince Lewyn running. She darted closer to get a better look, but since she had her lance in hand, it…"

"It looked like an attack on a member of my army." Sigurd nodded, leaning back in his chair to cross his arms. "That slots in neatly with what my own reported. He saw one of your pegasus knights suddenly dive with a weapon, apparently aiming for our bard. He was running to meet Deirdre and Azelle after a quick show for the soldiers." This was falling more and more into place, and I was definitely wondering about the chances. "You were hit when you intercepted."

"Yes, I'd hoped to divert the arrow, but unfortunately…"

"Unfortunately, the shooter underestimated how fast pegasi are. It had intended to be a warning shot, but if you hadn't blocked it, it likely would've hit your friend in the head." And when that combined with the fall, she would've been dead before I'd made it out there. "But I am curious about something. I saw the straps on your saddles when I was showing your fellow knights the stables. I'm assuming you use them to secure yourself in the air, so how did you fall?"

"Oh. Well…" She colored, smiling sheepishly. "Truthfully, I'd landed on the nearby roof and dismounted. I didn't have time to strap myself in when I realized what had happened. But you're correct. Usually, we're strapped in precisely to avoid falling from high altitudes. Otherwise, we'd fall off on the first turn, thanks to how fast pegasi are."

"Huh. Now I suppose we'll need to have someone climb and clean the roofs."

"I promise we only did so rarely and we made sure everything was clean!" Oh dear, she'd taken his joke seriously. Sigurd's mouth twitched into a smile, but he resisted the urge to laugh. "I had only landed because I needed to get my thoughts straight about whether or not to confront you all and…" She sighed, her mood plummeting. "But since you have no idea what I was walking about, perhaps this was all pointless. Nothing but a false hope."

"...It's too soon to say such." Sigurd stood and gently brushed the hair out of her face. "While it does seem like Chagall tried to use you for his own interests, it was King Imuka who first told you of the lead. He would not have sent it if he thought it was a fool's dream."

"Oh…" Tears welled up in her eyes again, but her smile was sweet. "Thank you for saying so."

"So, for now, you focus on recovering. Who knows? Our group picks up strange people; maybe one of them knows something."

"B-but I shouldn't trouble you so much!"

"You're causing no more trouble than the rest of us."

"But…"

"Besides, if this is something Prince Kurth has been helping with, then we're obligated to assist anyway," I added, coming over with the tea. Erinys blinked at me in confusion, and scrunched up her face when I took the handkerchief to wipe away the new tears. "Here, you should drink some of this. As I was trying to say earlier, there's some medicines you need to take, and this tea in particular is good for headaches." I sat on the bed next to her and nodded to Sigurd. "Help me lift her, will you?"

Erinys drank the tea dutifully, and it wasn't long at all before she nodded off, exhausted as she was. Sigurd fussed over the blankets for me while I did one last examination and then we left the room. Outside, Chulainn remained on guard, and he helpfully closed the door for us, before leaning against it to study us curiously.

"So, what happened in there?" he asked after a moment, guessing something strange had occurred. Both of us could only sigh in answer, unable to articulate just how bizarre this was. "Does it have something to do with the bard who's been hiding poorly in the nearby alcove since she was moved here?" He pointed to said alcove for emphasis, and I could just see the scarf around the corner. "Because he hasn't moved once."

"Oh, Lewyn is near?" Sigurd asked, voice a little dry. Any hope that this was a coincidence evaporated with that knowledge. "Whyever would a wayward prince be near?"

"Come again?"

"Er… so, you know now…" Lewyn meekly mumbled, carefully stepping out. The last time I'd seen him so hesitant was when he was worried he'd upset me for writing a song about me. "I… is she all right?"

"Yes, she'll be fine," I replied, mentally debating what else to say. While I knew well the desire, and obsessive need, to hide in order to protect others, I wasn't certain it was something you should do without telling the people you claimed to love. But, then again, from what Erinys said, expecting a clear plan from someone emotionally compromised was ludicrous. "We'll see how her recovery goes after today. It'll depend heavily on how her body reacts to the initial surgery."

"I see…" He breathed a sigh of relief, resting a hand over his heart like he could physically calm it. But the awkward look on his face remained. "Um… so…"

"Erinys gave us a summary and, forgive me, but given you had to watch a childhood friend, who you thought was safely in Silesse, drop from the sky with an arrow in her abdomen, I highly doubt you're in a mental state to try and elaborate."

"That was… blunt. True, but blunt." He did relax, though, showing some of the meekness had been because he was wondering if he had to explain his actions while still processing the day's events. "What was she doing here, though? Like, in Mackily, I mean."

"Chagall told her we'd captured you and planned your execution."

"Yikes, I didn't think my songs were that bad."

"On the contrary, your songs are too good," Sigurd 'complained', shaking his head. I noticed Chulainn frown, though, and wondered what he was thinking. "I can't even pretend to protest."

"You're too kind," Lewyn joked, bowing. When he straightened, though, exasperated worry replaced the playfulness. "Still as trusting as ever, Erinys. That attitude will get you killed outside of Silesse."

"Was it trust, or desperation?" Sigurd's own lightness faded for the soft yet pointed comment. Lewyn immediately winced. "When you've rested, I'd like to revisit a conversation we had before, now that I have more context."

"Right, right…" Lewyn grimaced, but shook his head. "More than fair, especially since I hid. But why is Chulainn frowning? Usually, he's got a faint smile when Alicia is around."

"Give him a moment. I've learned by now he picks up a lot, infers even more, and then says something which scares the living hell out of me."

"Oh. Great."

"I could keep silent, if you'd prefer," Chulainn commented, his tone a touch dry. He actually looked exasperated, and even sighed when Sigurd only smiled. "Regardless, have someone watch for assassins."

"Assassins?" Sigurd repeated, startled. After a moment, though, he frowned. "For us or the pegasus knights?"

"Both. And the pegasus knights should get a message back to Silesse as soon as possible." Chulainn pushed off the door and came over to me. "Of course, I'm making the assumption Chagall has some modicum of intelligence, which may be assuming too much given everything, but…"

"What's the reasoning?"

"The knights are here on royal orders, and Chagall sent them here. In this scenario, either they kill you and he wins, or you kill them and he gets to inform Silesse about the deaths of their pegasus knights at the hands of a Grannvale lord. Which could be taken as an attack on Silesse."

"If nothing else, it would hurt Grannvale's standing. If he thought that far ahead, it would actually be clever." Sigurd fussed with his cufflinks, thinking. I had to close my eyes briefly, realizing my earlier conclusion was correct. This had to be his response, a quiet rejection of the offer to end things peacefully. "And you're worried assassins might sneak in to kill them anyway, just so he can sell that story."

"Or take advantage of the chaos to attack us. Our guard would have been lax while we were bringing them in. Where's Deirdre, by the way?"

"She's with Ethlyn and Lachesis. Or was, last I checked." A worried look crossed his face, and I noticed Lewyn step away briefly. "Perhaps I should…"

The wind suddenly rushed past us, strangely gentle despite its speed. It took a few blinks to adjust, and keep my hair out of my face, but when I did, I noticed the wind was… it was wrapping around a faintly glowing Lewyn, tugging at his clothes and hair like it was trying to catch his attention. At first, I wondered why and how, before I realized the obvious. Lewyn, as the Prince of Silesse, was the Forseti Major of our generation. The only magical Holy Blood to not be associated with Grannvale, the wind was at his beck and call. So, of course, the wind would wrap around him. Based on the glow, he was actively invoking the bond.

"There's no assassins, at least for now, and Deirdre is currently with Quan," he informed us after a moment, the glow faded. The wind settled down then, and he smiled a little awkwardly. "Sorry, probably should've warned you about what I was doing first."

"You're forgiven if you explain what that was?" Sigurd replied, still reeling. I tried to remember what the stories said about the Crusader-King Ced and the blessing he received. "Forseti blood boosts speed, does it not?"

"It does, particularly casting speed. We are the magical counterpart to Dainn's blood. But…" He grinned then. "Has Deirdre not babbled about the research she and Azelle do?"

"...Right, of course, the extra little blessings. Like how Fjalar blood can be used as a catalyst for spells, and those of Nal blood have an increased tolerance for pain."

"Indeed. Like the other magical holy bloods, we can manipulate our element, though since the wind is invisible, we're much more subtle about it. Primarily, it's used to divert attacks or disorient enemies. And no, I can't rip the air out of someone's lungs or suffocate them by depriving them of air. That requires too much power."

"Why do I have a feeling you tried?"

"It took a while to get comfortable in fights." He grimaced at the words, no doubt at memories. I thought of what Erinys said and my heart ached. "However, the wind is everywhere. And the sylphs who live in the winds are always watching mortals. They find us fascinating. And they adore gossiping. So, all I have to do is 'ask', and they'll tell me anything and everything."

"You…" Sigurd's eyes widened. "You're essentially a one man spy network."

"It's not that extensive. But it's good for determining where people are, and gathering quick rumors." He shrugged, smiling awkwardly. "Oh, and picking up intentions. The sylphs are the most empathetic of the elemental beings. It's why they hate battles more than anything." He glanced my way, and I realized then how he'd known I was upset that day. He'd 'heard' it on the wind. "But that's it. My father was more like what you're thinking, but that requires being bonded to Forseti, which I am not, and is very, very draining."

"So, not quite able to put Alec out of a job, but you can help support scouts."

"Support sounds good. The wind is supposed to support and cradle all, or so my father liked to say." His smile became a little strained, and I had to wonder something. Did he ever properly mourn his father? It wasn't something I could ever ask, but I couldn't help but worry anyway. "Um…" He glanced at the door then, no doubt remembering the knight within. "Is Erinys…?"

"She is resting and, thus, should not receive visitors," I answered, keeping my words firm if gentle. He still drooped, and that told me a lot. He wanted to see her. Maybe he even wanted to apologize. I did not know, and frankly, since Erinys was my patient, her mental health was more of a priority. At the same time, however, I should not make decisions on her behalf and, more importantly, I thought… I thought she needed to see him. She needed to know, before she could even begin to try and figure out how to react. "However, since I will stay the night to keep an eye on her, I will need someone to bring breakfast for her, Chulainn, and me." Chulainn would no doubt remain on guard through the night anyway, especially given the worry of assassins.

"Oh?" Lewyn cautiously perked up again at the words. "I see. I can do that."

"Thank you."

"I don't suppose I can convince you to not pull an all-nighter?" Sigurd asked dryly, facing me. I smiled serenely at him and he sighed. "At least read something for fun instead of studying. Please."

"Did Prince Kurth ask you to say that?" I asked in turn, frowning a little. Sigurd shook his head and I frowned more. "That's odd. He wrote something similar in his last letter."

"Probably because he knows it's the one way to get you to take a break without us dragging you into it."

"I've gotten much better, thank you very much." A thought did occur to me, though, and I turned back to Lewyn. "Hey, do you mind if I write him that you're here, Lewyn? I promise it will be in code."

"Probably a good idea," Lewyn sighed, reaching up to adjust his scarf. He looked aggravated. "Ugh… I'd almost forgotten how much of a pain these sorts of things are."

"It's the responsibility of those with Holy Blood to keep things stable," Sigurd replied, his smile showing not one bit of sympathy. Lewyn only groaned. "Anyway, Alicia, Lewyn and I can remain to guard the door if you need to fetch some things."

"I thought we were revisiting the conversation later."

"We are, but that doesn't mean I don't have other questions. Mostly about Silesse. I've always been terribly curious about it. Are there really some places where the snow never melts?"

"The highest mountains, yes. The mountain range in the very center is even dubbed the 'Nevermelting Ice' because of it. But it's not magic or anything, just elevation. The higher you climb, the colder it gets."

Taking that as my cue to leave, I caught Chulainn's eye and the two of us headed for our rooms. We stopped by Chulainn's first so he could snag a change of clothes and then we went to mine so he could pick a dress for me and I could gather what I would need from my workshop. Unfortunately, I was low on some medicines she would need, so I set about quickly making a few of them, mostly for pain. But when I reached for my medicine-making supplies, I noticed something peculiar. There, tucked carefully behind the mortar and pestle I used most often, was a letter with my name elegantly written on it. I did not recognize the writing, but when I unfolded it and skimmed the first few words, I was able to take a guess at the writer, even before I confirmed it by looking at the signature below.

After receiving 'spring', and realizing Chulainn meant to follow traditional Isaachian courting, I had subtly asked Ayra about it. She'd been more than happy to indulge my curiosity, intent on teasing me, so I knew the gift after 'spring' was 'letters'. Specifically, it was seven letters, one for each day of the week, to be hidden in places I held dear. It was a sign of the suitor's attentiveness, and cleverness.

"When did you have time to write this?" I asked, pitching my voice so it would easily carry into the bedroom. I waited until I heard him approach before turning to smile, and was terribly pleased to see he had a blush on his face as he lingered in the doorway. "And when did you hide it? It wasn't here this morning."

"Does it matter?" he replied, refusing to elaborate. That only made me more curious. "Read it later."

"Aw, but I want to read it now."

"Please have a little mercy on me and read it when I'm not here."

"Hmm..." I pretended to think about it before giggling and nodding. "Well, I suppose."

"Menace."

"But you don't seem to mind."

"No, I do not. It is, sadly, one of the many things I find attractive about you."

"Sadly?" I frowned at him and he shrugged. "If one of the others were here, they'd no doubt make you say something else you find attractive in penance."

"Your intelligence." ...He said that far too quickly. "Listening to you rattle off about medicines and herbs is actually very, very attractive."

"Oh." And I was blushing again. I tried to hide it by setting the letter in a safe spot near my work station, but I knew I failed miserably. "I didn't mean that to be an invitation." Yet it felt wrong to not answer in kind now. "Well, for my part, I find your kindness very attractive, especially how soft you are with the children." That was a little too honest, but darn it, he said two things, so I should... "And I always feel safe around you." I clasped my hands behind me and met his startled gaze sincerely. "You know that day where we ran into that strange cloaked man and his daughter? When you picked me up, it was the first time I felt 'safe'." Did that count as a second? It felt too vague, but… oh, this was so difficult. Why didn't I go with the easy answer of 'everything'? It was the truest answer anyway.

"Ah." He glanced away, blushing more darkly now. "That..." He struggled for his words before suddenly smiling boyishly. "So, should I carry you more often?"

"That would be a 'no'." I turned away to gather my things, biting back a laugh. "I much prefer walking on my own two feet."

"I see." There was a beat of silence before he enveloped me in a hug from behind, burying his face in my neck. "What about this?"

"I do need to work." But at the same time, I didn't want him to let go. "Can you shift your arms so mine are free?"

"I suppose." He moved to hug my waist and, to my immediate distraction, brushed a feather-soft kiss against my neck. "Hmm… I think I like this."

"If you do that while I'm measuring, I'll be very cross."

"Noted."

"And did you find a dress for me?"

"It's already packed."

"Thank you."

He continued hugging me the entire time I was preparing medicines with Erinys, carefully timing his kisses to not mess me up. I had never blushed so much in my life, and I had a terrible feeling I'd be remembering this while making medicines for a while. But I couldn't be mad, especially since he made sure to let go when it was time to return to Erinys and he stood guard the entire night to ensure we were both safe.

Thankfully, the night passed uneventfully, but I feared it was the calm before the storm. We all did.

---

Dew

Class: Thief

Skills: Steal, Bargain, Sol

Holy Blood: None

Age upon joining the army: estimated 13

A former thief who was originally imprisoned for stealing in Marpha before being freed by Jamke, he has no memories of a happy childhood. For all his life, he'd known nothing but the brutal world of the streets, and few wanted to have anything to do with him, believing him 'spirit-touched' for his strange ability to leech the lifeforce of others through their wounds. As such, Sigurd's army is the first 'home' he's ever known.

He fights by avoiding battles. He's well aware he will never be the strongest, most skilled, or the fastest, so he trains to be just good enough to be able to escape, possibly with his opponent's coin purse while he's at it. With that said, he does have enormous potential, and is more than crafty enough to take advantage of preconceptions.

Due to his flexible morality and quickness, other members in the army have talked about serving as a covert soldier (assassin) when he is older. While it is something he is tempted to do, he has so far refused because such fighters are expected to utilize poisons, and he does not wish to use the knowledge Alicia gifted him for taking lives. He does, however, utilize his skills to assist with pranks, though he's careful to not outright steal anymore since he promised Edain.

---

Author's notes: And now we have our flier, Erinys! She's the only flier of the first generation, and the only woman without Holy Blood in the first gen's playable cast. Technically speaking, she's supposed to attack Evans and be recruited by Lewyn, but I took some nods from the Oosawa manga for this.

Yes, Isis of the Rivers is a reference to the Isis of the Egyptian Pantheon. As for Beowolf and the Conote noble lady… it's a reference to Fergus in FE5. You don't get a lot of information as to why Lewyn's uncles are trying to go after the throne, so I made up something. Lewyn's dad is not named in FE5, so I picked one. And there's no mention in game for how/why Erinys learned of Chagall having a lead on Lewyn's whereabouts, so I elaborated.

If I recall correctly, FE4 was the first game in the series where thieves could promote. They promote to 'Thief Fighters' (which is apparently different from the 'Rogues' of later series, though many fan translations have used the two interchangeably). It's actually a pretty big boost to combat potential, since it gives Pursuit, an automatic A rank in swords, and a large number of stat bonuses (20+). Of course, they're not mounted and this is Mounted Emblem, and getting Dew up to level 20 to start with can be an exercise in patience. Thieves are, thus, more used for their unique ability to steal all the gold from their opponents, and their ability to give other units their gold (in FE4, every unit has their own unique gold fund, instead of the collective one used in later games). (The only other way to 'steal' is through the Thief Sword/Band, the band only being found in gen 2. The only way to give money is between lovers.)

In this game, sword skills such as Astra, Luna, and Sol can only be used by unmounted sword units. This also means that those skills can only be inherited by unmounted sword units. Which is silly, so I'm ignoring it. 'Shooting Star Blade' and 'Moonlight Blade' are literal translations of the Japanese names.

Njorun blood grants a blessing in HP (like all Holy Bloods), Strength, Speed, and Defense, ftr. Baldr is HP, Strength, Skill, and Luck, while Bragi is HP, Mag, Res, and Luck. They're the only Holy Bloods which give a growth boost to four stats. Naga/Loptuous are three, while the rest are only two. (However, all the growth boosts total to a +50% for Minors and +100% for Majors)

'Fight Bites' (also called 'clenched fist injury' iirc) are dangerous, plain and simple. Thanks to all the bacteria in the mouth, these wounds get infected very easily and often, people don't get them treated right away since they look so unassuming. Think the way the skin moves between clenching your fist and relaxing your hand can also cover the internal injury, further making it seem like it's not a big deal. The condition Alicia describes Eirik suffering is carpal tunnel syndrome, and her worries about Deirdre's sweet intake is related to gestational diabetes.