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There were only a few people Faith genuinely cared about in these trying times. Most of her close friends got by pretty easily or just weren't really BOTHERED by some of the information leaked but as soon as her eyes scanned over Yara's notes, she knew she had to see her. She knew she wasn't one to be cooped up in her room when she was upset and she was proved right as she saw the other just being finished with her session - or at least too exhausted to continue. " You need some assistance with that punching bag ? " / @yaragale​

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"I'm not great at sparring," the female warned the other right away as they entered the gym, a small sigh following because she definitely wasn't ready for the plans they had made now that she was here. She found it silly even -- like if she ever felt some anger, she'd cuss the shit out of someone and then call it a day but letting all of it out on a bag ? That certainly wasn't it for her. Nonetheless, her friend claimed it worked wonders so she figured she'd attempt it at least. "And I'm also not going to break a nail." / @yaragale​

"Taking care of myself is so boring," the brunette sighed, albeit a bit playfully. Her back was leaning against the wall while being sat on her bed, stretching out her leg which now had a .. pretty obvious bandage around it. "No one's allowed to say how much boot camp is kicking their ass because I WISH I'd be in their place." Sitting around, healing, was just a way for her to get stuck in her thoughts .. which wasn't something she thought she would have to deal with anytime soon. “ What am I supposed to do ? Read ? “ / @yaragale​