ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀᴛʜ

    Despite having attended several social gatherings as the Avatar, she still wasn't wholly used to the idea of dressing up fancy and dancing. Still, it was nice to be at such a place and not be the focal point, to be able to just enjoy herself. It's made better when there was at least someone here she knew, while she'd made acquaintances in the city, it was a comfort to have an actual friend present.

    "You're looking as fancy as ever," not surprised to see her close friend go all out, finding her situated by one of the food tables. In comparison she feels somewhat dull, but was comfortable in the clothes she'd managed to acquire, a little piece of home.

               "Darlin’ at this point, I’ll be glad for something that isn’t another trip t’             the hospital. Jus’ tell me what t’ do an’ I’ll hop to it.”       A small, wry smile.                      “And no we sure can’t— why give ‘em th’ satisfaction, right?” 

    "Well just relax and I'll handle the rest," opening a small canister attached to her belt, letting the water encase her hand. "This is probably gonna hurt a bit but trust me it'll do the trick." Placing said hand over the injured shoulder, the water begins to emit a bright glow as the healing process began. "Kinda how things are though, there will always be someone who wants to mess things up, luckily there's people like us to balance it out."

                “That dang ball is in three days. I need to do somethin’ about this          dang shoulder. Saints, why’s it only the crazies that’re easy t’ find here?          Why not th’ healers?” 

   While there were things to do, places to see and time to reflect the days here became increasingly lonely. Though knowing her friends and family were safe, and she was glad that none of them were trapped as she was, part of her wanted that familiarity. After three years of being detached and lost, the company of friends was more valued and desired than ever before. That feeling didn't go away once Kuvira was captured and peace was once again obtained. So when the figure of someone so unmistakable and dear becomes clear in a crowd, nothing can stop quick steps dodging through the masses to see her. 

Perhaps the strangest thing to happen after shortly being brought into an unknown city against his will, was this very scene. A woman whom he’d just run into had asked him for money. It was so brazen and unexpected that it actually caused the surgeon to stop in place, casting the girl a somewhat baffled look. How she’d gotten ahead of herself and decided to eat before paying was beyond him.

”.. I’ve no obligation to hold your hand through whatever problem you’re having. If you got yourself into this mess, then you get yourself out of it. Besides, you’ve got money in your hand right there.”

It was likely a puzzling statement from her perspective. After all, she’d just claimed to have no money. But should she check again, in the palm of her free hand, were several bills within her grasp. As little as he cared about her circumstances.. simply turning a blind eye probably would have left him with a bad taste in his mouth.

"Now quit hassling me and pay for your damn food."

    "You could have just said no," lips purse and brows knit at his unnecessary response. Though that look soon morphs into one of confusion at his statement, why would she be asking for money if she had money? She was pretty sure she'd remember having money in her possession, otherwise she wouldn't need to keep fishing in the sector six pond. "Huh? But I just said I don't have any-" a pause as she looks to her hand to see he was right. That was either a seriously good magic trick or her memory was worse than she thought. "Okay that's weird, not that I'm not happy but this definitely isn't mine," she still uses it to pay for her food though, as the food vendor was looking increasingly angry.

Well, that was fast. Box in her hand ( and a few paper plates and utensils since she was prepared ), Lucina turns towards the young woman, a smile on her face.

     "Oh, yes! A friend of mine baked it for me, and I      don’t think I would be able to eat it all myself. There’s      a picnic table near by, if you’d like to sit with me.”

               A scoff escapes his lips and presumably speaking as he’s thumbing through his wallet. He can’t help but find it comical that she would so much as ask him.

                ❝Ehhh, maybe if you do something                                   for it.❞

    Needless to say she's a little suspicious at what he might suggest. She hadn't expected him to bail her out, people rarely did things for strangers out of the kindness of their hearts...especially in this city.