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@darkbootsofblood​​ asked :: “ Violet hues chase after Calera, darting back and forth across the room as she bustled around to gather her things " But, you just returned, Cal. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. " Brows pinch together as she marches over, hand, gently resting over her friend's own to prevent her from heaving more supplies into the backpack. " Please, wait. " ”

Jostled at the touch of her friend, she forced her hand to still. A silent prayer given to God that her wounds would not be so painful as to betray her the moment she let herself stop. Nothing grave, nothing dangerous. Yet she feared Lena might have already clued into the way one of her shoulders was sitting lamer than the other. Torn, popped from its socket - she could not tell and the order had not cared to learn which. It was minor considering the grave state so many soldiers had returned in as of late, it wasn’t for her to concern herself with. 

     I don’t want you to worry about me as well. 

A few breaths taken to calm her nerves before she turned to a soldier - a friend - who had gone to war in far worse of a state than she. And she smiled. Pulling her hand away from the other’s touch only long enough to place the loaded pack of medical supplies in a flap filled to the brim, yet organized to the point where she might be able to pull anything out she needed within a second’s notice ( if she managed to have that much time to react ). Letting the satchel drop with a thud onto the sheets of her bed as she reached out to clasp her hand in Lenalee’s. Gripping it tight - even as her smile betrayed the hint of a wince from her shoulder’s strain. 

“ There’s nothing to wait for, Lena! ” Warmth made the bulk of her voice. Strong .. yet tinted with a sliver of resignation. For as much as the finder might try to show confidence - her friend wasn’t the only one concerned. “ I’ll - I’ll be just fine. If the nurses thought it best to release me for an assignment, then I should be good to go, right? ”

     Was it really the nurses that gave their assent? 

Her better arm reached over to pick up her pack. Setting the strap over her neck with practiced ease - fighting back a muted yelp the moment the weight tugged at her shoulder. Rocking her head back as if to ride the momentary wave of pain before she shook her head, reaching up to wipe aside strewn about locks of chestnut as she looked to Lenalee with a chuckle. 

“ I’ll be home before you know it. I’ll even give you a message over my golem when I get there, if you’re really that worried. ”

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“ Lena ... please - ” 

Just another one of those nights. Reliving a terror that was over, that should have been gone from her mind years ago but instead chose to rear its ugly head just when the finder aimed to get a bit of natural rest for once. ( What she wouldn’t give to have the numbing sense of a drink. ) A shivering hand clutched tight around her arm as if to anchor her mind to the world around her through the ache of a vice grip alone. 

     She could still hear the warble of a twisted child’s LAUGHTER. 

Slamming her back against the wall of the inn the two were situated in, one couldn’t help but wince when the walls echoed with the thud of her weight - perhaps the innkeeper would be kind enough not to mention the noise come dawn. Her breath was fast, shivering without a hint of a chill in the air. Forcing herself to attempt to settle down enough to perhaps let her friend know she was alright. An attempt that felt just about useless. 

“ I - I’m FINE. It was just a ... nightmare. That’s all. ”

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The ruckus that burst around her when the hands of a clock heralded the success of every standing member surviving the past few hundred days was enough to make her ears ring. Finders, scientists, exorcists and even a few of the ( slightly ) more lax crows all coming together to indulge in a rare night where they could all relax and take comfort in the idea that they still stood firm even after everything. One more year come and gone and she was still here. Her friend was still here. 

Speaking of which, her arms hooked around her companion to seal the initiated hug. She could hardly discern the cheer of the other over the cacophony around her - but intent was a helpful guide to assume. It wasn’t every day you got to celebrate still being here on this planet. To celebrate still having a place in which to call home. 

“ Here’s to another year of us pulling through! ” ( Dealing with the director, well- that went without question. )

A warm glow emanated from her cheeks from the embrace. Calera chuckled, pulling her friend just a bit tighter into the friendly hug. Crooning her head over the other’s shoulders, amber irises peering to the ground in pleasant thought. 

Perhaps she had a shot at making it through this war with people she cared for after all.

Soft echo of soles against the walls of the corridor rang a haunting melody. Striding along with step uncertain - not for direction ( the few weeks she’s lived here time enough to learn her way through the castle labyrinth ), but for the odd persons she was still getting used to. 

Lost in thought, a small black sphere knocked her from rushing thoughts. Her reason for leaving her room so close to nightfall - a new companion in a golem. Flapping with precise agility as it crammed itself against her skin. 

“ What an odd machine... ”

Turning sharp around the corner, rushing thoughts and distracting machination making for a finder that very nearly ran right into the child behind. What a start. Leaping back - more of a stumble as her boot caught on the hem of a cloak she had not yet found her stride in wearing. 

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“ Lena… ”

A sigh crossed her lips. So heavy it seemed to shift her upper body as she lay back against the wall of an unknown building. Hand clutching the sore patch of flesh at her side - likely to bruise at any moment. ( A godsend that for once, it wasn’t WORSE. ) Her only guard had not been so fortunate, a shield laid cracked and useless where she had been thrown by an untimely shot. 

Words against her own feeble nature escaping her tongue before the finder knew they even had been said. Just to be countered in time by a friend - someone with more strength than Calera could ever hope to give. 

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🍴- Favorite meal

     ‘ Any warm and hearty food is good, but simple meals like baked apple slices next to a roast meat dish of some kind is her favorite type of dish to sit down to! Even if her training isn’t as intensive as some of the exorcist routines she’s seen about, her work is still extremely manual and so anything good and rich to keep her going for an evening ( or more considering the variables in her travels ) quickly became favorable to her!

{ilyyyyyyyyyyy and omg pictures i didn't know i needed: this }

{yessss!! mama cal! }