she doesn’t have to hear the pained grunt to know something is wrong.  she can feel it in the air ;  it’s a part of her senses.  its more than a nurses’ intuition,  thalia feels her friend’s struggle.  the hospitals are full of that feeling in the air --- that feeling she could be offering more.  her patients need her.  she sits with them,  talks to them,  learns about them.  she leaves flowers at their bedside and uses her powers to revive more than only their blossoms.   (  she heals:  she can feel their pain without truly feeling it at all.  her touch and smile alone could heal the wounds as if skin were being sown together again.  )   

           ❝     i ,  uh                     ❞      there is a    STRANGE    sort of nervousness    (    not bad,   jean thinks   )    curling at the    BOTTOM     of his stomach as he eyes the open sketchbook she’s    HOLDING    -    one that’s been    SECRETLY FILLED    with sketches of her lately.    yeah,  yeah   -    jean’s a     HOPELESS ROMANTIC CREEP,   sue him.      what else is new?      ❝     s’that  . . .  weird?     ❞

❝     do stop bribing sitron from going against me  -     ❞     he’s eyeing her suspiciously,   as he always does,     because the chaos she’s caused  . . .                    it’s certainly keeps him on his toes.    not that hans truly appreciates it.   he’s had enough of   “   being completely on guard  ”    when he’s at home,   but he’s trying to be reasonable here:    he knows well enough sierra would never cause him harm.   or,   at least,   he doesn’t want to believe so   -    nor will he let her.    and he should be aware of that,   always.    no need to create more enemies,   right?   when the ones you’ve got are already so very difficult to overcome.       ❝    in case it’s escaped your notice,   though i doubt so,  i don’t quite have a lot of friends.    if sitron were to be against me,   who else shall i have left?    ❞

HELLO

Her head hit hard against the pavement. A dull sting hit her for a moment before she opened her eyes and saw she had been thrown into the ground a few feet away from Sierra. She didn’t know who or what attacked her but she tried to act like she was in pain, her hand gripped her head and she let out a sigh ( trying to show that she was actually in pain ) 

He wasn’t used to training with someone who knew their way around two blades -- let alone one. Yet having Sierra around always gave him that extra push to work harder and improve faster. Yet today was more of a relaxed ( if you could even use that word for either of them ) day of training. He’d gone on a mission the day before and was exhausted, but he held up his promise to train with her every morning. Mostly because he loved seeing her. ( but he’d never tell her that )

While he was focused on their battle, he couldn’t take his eyes off her markings, the way the just flowed around her body and how their color could change so swiftly in an instant. She still hadn’t really told anyone what the markings truly meant but Keith figured it had something to do with her emotions. Since they would change along with her mood.