âAre you alright? Are you hurt?â sdfg
   This entire ordeal was enough to induce a migraine. Not only did she have to go through the wreckage of the home she and her father once lived in ( having to face a past she wasnât particularly fond of remembering ), but she also knew full well that someone was d e a d set on obtaining the secrets of flame alchemy. Whoever it was, they obviously didnât find what they were looking for ( as all of those secrets were eternally in her careâ etched with scars of flame ) Twas likely if they were dedicated enough to locate her fatherâs workspace, that eventually they would target her for information. What if they broke into her apartment next? Or what if they went after the Colonelâ known so famously for it? Even so, she had him deface portions of the research for a reason. Vital parts of the puzzle were missing. All of it was trusted to his memory, and her own. No one else would use it; never endangering themselves or others with itsâ uncontrollable power. Fire could not be tamed easily, once ignited. It caught and spread, destroying all in itsâ path. And she knew firsthand how it could trigger m a d n e s s in even the best of men.Â
Her prolonged silences and array of deepening sighs were likely enough to concern himâ she needed to be more careful. His voice shattered all thought and her eyes flitted open to meet his. Even whilst he couldnât look âpon the map of her features, he already knew that something was wrong. However, he needed her verbal assurance to claim that she was physically all right. A bitter smile almost played on her features at his predictabilityâ but, considering the predicament, she couldnât quite manage it. It seemed that the ghost of her fatherâs research would follow her around forever. Heâd trusted her to keep it safe. And if she wasnât careful     if it got into the wrong hands⌠itâd all be her fault.
          she couldnât let that happen.
     â Iâm fine. Everything isâŚÂ fine, sir.       Itâs just a headache. And besides,       they didnât find anything. Certainly        tore the place up, though. â
The last part was muttered irritatedly, an exasperated sigh pressing through her words. Closing her eyes tight and attempting to shed her discomfort, she continued.Â
    â     We just need to be careful. â














