"Oh, Miss Nefer, it was so nervewracking to have them here...Lord Maikan almost started a fight with Sir Azeil right here in the tent!"

Asione looks over her friend. "Were you wounded anywhere?"

"I could hear, yes... Please excuse me for not coming in earlier, I was a bit...occupied with an opponent."

She then looked at her left shouder. "I am fine, just a bit tired of all the meaningless fighting, unlike you I am not all that incline in helping the queen herself, therefore it doesn't help I believe..."

With that she sighed, and layed her head back on the wall.

"But such things as to why we fight doesn't matter right now I believe, are you fine yourself dear?"

Asione pushed Nefer to one of the mats in the tent so she could tend her wound.

"I have been doing well...I have already rested enough to recover from my fighting today. I'm just sick with worry..." Asione sighed and tried not to think about the fissure in her heart. "As long as we stay alive, right?"

"I am fine, really, no need to check my wounds, it's mostly fatigue more than anything else...", with that she sighed, but continued laying down as she wasn't feeling like fighting for it again...

"Indeed, it is the most important thing in this time of war, do not worry too much about the missing ones, if they are strong they should be able to survive", she said it without any doubt in her voice, but deep inside she knew that many lives were going to be taken, no matter how many tents, refuges and medics were available.

She slowly got up against her former thoughts, and walked to a nearby chair.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to retake some force to fight at my fullest tomorrow..." With that she curled half of her icy tails around her, ready to take a small nap protected by the ice shield she had just put around her.

Asione let her friend rest, and decided it might be best to get a little sleep herself. She curled up on a mat in the corner of her tent and let herself drift off to sleep, welcoming the images of her beloved in her dreams.

The small, pale Feryxonis crawled into the tent. Her ears drooping down, she headed to a far corner, tail twitching before it curled over herself. The at most preteen girl drifted off to sleep, as she murred quietly.

((Wow, I missed a lot >.>))

Storm slipped in silently, wondering why in the world this twelve-year-old was fighting.

She blinked awake at the person's arrival. She blinked up with wary jade eyes, tail bristling out before the girl relaxed back down.

Storm sat on the bed next to the girl's. "No need to be so jumpy. Sorry for interrupting your sleep, though."

The child blinked up at him, nodding silently as she shivered, hunkering back down into herself. "It..it's okay.."