#soulsoffate

Caster hard a look of confusion on her face as she watched the man walk off. Clothing wise she figured he might be of the assassin class. But the way he acted wasn’t what she was expecting. Maybe she should ask Archer. 

Lily clutched the small bouquet of flowers in her hands tightly as she stood outside the medical room door. She was certain this was the right room, so why was she hesitating? Her eyes dropped down the the floor as she stood, and she caught sight of the flowers in her hand. The bright colors held her attention for a moment before she pried her eyes away.

Were flowers the right thing for her to bring at a time like this?

Maybe it would have been best for her to bring something else. But they were another form of apology, weren’t they? Lily still had a lingering feeling of guilt, that she was the reason the other servant was this badly injured. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she brought her head up once more, staring as confidently as she could at the door.

She raised one hand, hesitating for a moment before knocking lightly--Just barely audible. After all, she didn’t want to bother the Lancer if she was asleep.

Bazett didn’t feel good that night, when the weather went crazy. It was storm, a heavy one. Maybe she was really tired. But then she remembered that time when she met with the angel, Michael.

She wiped her forehead as she changed her outfit and lit up some candles right next to her. She starred at it for awhile as the flame danced, and the shadows on the wall always changed shapes.