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Turning back into her human form, Fira sat on the ground as she watched the group go back to the room. Then turned to her arm as she made sure the makeshift split Maki had made for her earlier was still sturty. "I think I better lay off flying for a few days, so I don't hurt my arm again," She told her self before standing up and headed into the room. She quietly slipped in and stepped to the side of the doorway before asking with a slightly tilted head, "Is she going to be alright?"

"That's good," Fira put simply then glanced down at the splint and shrugged, "No, I'll be fine. I think I just twisted it, that's all." Looking up at Zetsuei she had ask, "How do you know my name when I don't even know yours?"

"Oh, so it was your father at the battle. That would explain why you seemed to trigger some of my memory." Fira started to think back to that day, "I never took any part in the battle, I only watched what happened. Yet, for some reason I have a very vague memory of it."

Suddenly fire form in Fira's hand then quickly disappated leaving her sketchbook behind. She flipped it open, and started to go through the number of pages with it. The drawings in the begining of the book where scene from thousands of years ago that she had drawn. Finally she stopped at one of the few last pages that where added to the book and looked at it for a moment. The piture was a scene from the begining of the battle that she had drawn a few days after that terrible day. Just about everyone who fought in the battle was in it, and it seemed to remind her of everyone who was there. "Now, I remeber," She said in a mornful tone as she turned the book around to show him the drawing, yet for some reason held it almost protectively.

"Yes, that was my father. Sadly though he didnt make it through it. "

Looking at the book he saw that the sketch was very detailed and done to perfection.

"That is a very good sketch you have there Fira, was it hard to draw that as you thought of the battle and all that fell that day?"

Shinja, who had been silent for long enough, stood up from his chair in the hospital room. "Zetsuei, we need to leave this place as soon as possible. Maki needs true healing...not these poor excuses of doctors at this hospital. Her wound...our wounds...are not normal wounds, meaning that normal treatment will do nothing but slow the process of it killing us."

Realizing he was breaking his usual calm state, Shinja took a deep breath along with a swig of his refilled liquor bottle. "Look...I think we should find whoever else is on this continent and leave." He then turned to Fira. "Fira...do you know of any others who are here in Arvardia that participated in the battle against Darktail?" Though unaware of who the person was, Shinja had a gut feeling that somebody other than Fira that did battle against Darktail was in the massive castle's perimeter.

Fira just shook her head as she looked at Shinja listening to the situation they where in, "No, I've only been here for a few hours. I haven't even had enough time to look around the town."

Shinja winced. "Alright...you two stay here and watch over Maki. I'll conduct a quick search for anyone else that was in the battle." He adjusted his coat and swung the Kusanagi sword into its sheath on his back. "I'll be back soon. And Zetsuei..." Shinja looked at Zetsuei with a caring look on his face. "...protect her."

With that, Shinja quickly walked out of the hospital.