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Ontaros runs for the main hall looking behind him to see Sexeya running quickly behind him. He shouts to her "I guess you've had alot of practice running in heals haven't you my dear." He laughs a little bit. He was pretty sure she would have either kicked them off or tripped with them on by now.

(( Is the Onty going to post to me or is their game of tag done? Because if it's done I vote for Sexeya winning *grin* ))

Sere walked into the wing still covering her eyes, her head pouding, ears ringing. It was still as busy as she had seen it before. Moogles scurried all over, their poms not seeming appealing this time. Through a squinted eye she found the closest station and started murmuring what she needed til she found it trying to stay focused. "Feverfew...Feverfew...Feverfew...ah!...now...Passionflower...Passionflowerrr...and Peppermint.......ok...hmm...Oh, White Willow bark...wow, can't believe they have that....and lastly butterbur....Thank the gods they have everything" Gathering the materials together Sere starts grinding and mixing them adding hot water to make a drinkable tea like liquid. After letting the mixture sit a few minutes she quickly drinks it all and rests against the station. Her hair covers her face shielding the light, her back facing the room. She breaths slowly waiting for the herbal mixture to take effect.

Sere's eyes catch the bags movements but she didn't react to catch it, her senses still stifled with fatigue and achyness. Her eyes widen as she hears his words. As he speaks she turns to glare at him, her eyes sharp and ears back. "I will not ask for your help and I would never expect someone like you to understand me! Can't you understand I don't want or need anything from you?" Sere grabs the bag and throws it back at him "I can manage on my own. I have this long without you." Sere clinches her fists and storms towards the door. The herbal mixture had not kicked in yet and her head was swimmy. Shaking it, she tried to rid herself of the dizzyness.

She stops at the replay and turns to him as he speaks "You couldn't hear which words I empasized when I said that...What I was telling you is that I'm not just trying to get myself killed, i'm training so that just the opposite happens. And the latter emphasis wasn't on getting help or not, it was about how to help. I was saying that your idea of helping me by lecturing me isn't really helping and the only way you could help me is if you were willing to spar with me. I'm not saying I want you too, I'm trying to have you look at the situation for what it is in my mind. If it is any consolation then I will not use any of your extracts and herbs. I will go out and find them myself...Stop smiling! What are you smiling?" His smile was almost contageous and she was so frustrated she wanted to laugh at the misunderstanding but also to pull her ears off. Instead she turned away shaking her head "Human like creatures are extremely confusing..." Sere exits the Medical Wing.

Startled Sere glares at Ontaros a listens. "Just when i was feeling better you show up again! As for friends....well I it hard from me to adopt that word, and for the record I'm not quick to ask for help. Of all the things you've tried to do I'd have to say sparring would be the most helpful; but, let me be clear i was not asking specifically for your help. I do not like getting help with anything because I do not need to feel indebted and tied down. I thought i made it clear about the herbs, i will find them on my own....and what do you mean you underestimated me?" Sere was so preoccupied with his previous statements she almost didn't register his last one as he looked at her. The words he spoke before rang in her heart again. The words that she wasnt' alone.

It took Tryan a moment to understand what she wanted, but once he did, he didn't hesitate to clambor up on the table. And clambor he did, between his claws and 'jewelry' anyone, or thing, present that wasn't aware of his presence thus far, certainly should be now, barring the deaf. He settled down quickly, oblivious to the frowns and other such looks he was getting from the moogles. He was laying almost sphinx style except the ends of his wings draped off the sides of the table. fortunately for both of them, the particular moogle that approached had only ever heard stories, and had no first hand experience of Tryan's poor decision making skills. Fortunately for it Tryan was quite too full to consider trying to eat anything that he would have to make any effort to catch.

It was a very good idea indeed that Tryan hadn't the slightest clue what was being said. He would not have been pleased in the least by either option. He jumped as though surprised a few times when the moogle touched him, and once turned his head sideways as he leaned over toward the moogle with his mouth wide open, almost as if to bite. He left off without making any real attempt and put his head down with a sigh. There was nothing dog-like about his appearance, but sometimes his behavior was remeniscent of one.