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Raven shook her head and stood up walking to her room and curling up on the bed her staff propped up against the wall, falling asleep almost automaticaly.

Shrugging her shoulders a bit, she took another sip of her tea before replying. "When it comes to the possibility of dying for one you are fighting beside, that is a reality I have been aware of for a long time. Being a part of my masters lives as I was, we assumed that I would suffer the same fate as they if they were to die in my presence. As is true for all Riders and Dragons, if one dies, the other will surely die or lose their mind. However .. " she paused for a moment with a small giggle. "I have already lost my mind and then regained my sanity from leaving them, I suppose my next challenge with them is to see how I would react if in their presence if they die. I would willingly lose my life on their behalf knowing this bond we share is real. I feel that if I ever found another to love, I would feel the same. And Reeve .. I feel this way for him. I truly do though it is different for my master. My fear is not of Reeve but the idea of losing Reeve or he realizing that he does not care for me deeply." Stopping herself, she leaned back on the side of the couch, wiggling her feet freely, looking rather childlike in that moment. She did not know how to express herself on these matters. Never knowing what it is to have family nor what it truly is like to love anyone but her master that deeply, she wondered if she was making any sense, wondered if anyone else could possibly feel the way she did but did not wish to ponder the philosophy of it with Kain. With a small sigh, she answered more like one would expect an elf to reply. "Mourn may not be the correct word I suppose .. to remember, to honor their memory, to acknowledge that there is a loss in my life without them but continue to move forward."

The cup in her hands disappeared immediately knowing that Reeve was awake. Spinning on to her knees, she peeked her eyes over the arm rest to have a look at him. Timidly she spoke to him, thinking he would be angry with her. "Are you feeling alright?"

Slowly she rose from the floor and took the few steps around the couch to his side. As she did this, her clothes changed on instinct as she took a seat next to him. Turning toward him, she spoke softly. "My apologies, I hope you are feeling fully recovered soon. Please, if there is anything I can do, anything you require, let me know so I may have the opportunity to help."

(Ooc: sorry for the late reply, I passed out sweatdrop Didn't realize I was that sleepy!)

Tilting her head, she felt it was a bit curious to offer up a game right after having been ill but she decided to go with it. Not being very good with games, she took the offer rather literally. "How are you now? Not just how are you as in mood, but how are you really? Mentally, physically .. all that."

(Ooc: 'tis "hump day" - rds is usually rather inactive in the middle of the week ^^;; )

Staring at Reeve for a moment, she did not realize what he was asking at first but strung two thoughts together. Lips turned upward slightly to a shy smile and she found it impossible to meet his eyes, even if he could not see her. "I value kindness and enjoy mystery .. your kind actions toward me and the mystery of .. well, of you .. I wanted to know you more, still do. Knowing you is intoxicating." she said softly. She felt it was rather brave to ask such a question. She was not one to preach about health to others, but hearing the sloshing of the half empty bottle concerned her. "Perhaps now would be a good time to switch to water." she said, conjuring a glass of water, which she offered to his free hand. Blushing slightly, she continued on. "I .. Rather, my next question is to reflect yours; Wh-why .." Inhaling deeply, she found it difficult, nearly impossible to ask, especially in that way. All she managed was; "W-why .. me?"

(Ooc: yes, joke/work term for Wednesday - if you make it to wed, its the middle of the week, fri is soon to come and if you think of mon as the beginning of a hill and fri as the other side ... sweatdrop *feels old* sweatdrop )

The sound of boots clicking against the stone echoed up from the all too familiar archway. Breaking into the light Yawgmoth came in, just in time to hear of them being disgustingly cutesy over each other. What saps he thought. Listening to them for a moment Yawgmoth happened to hear Ziven ask Reeve why her, Reeve's answer caused Yawgmoth to laugh aloud. Leaning against the archway Yawgmoth's blunt honestly got the better of him and he blurted out. "Oh come on. Why don't you be honest and tell the poor girl you caught interest when you saw her face and found out no man had ever been between her legs so you wanted to be the first to nail such a pretty young girl." Yawgmoth said wiping his eyes free of the water that had welled up in them from his laughter. Honestly, as if there was more to relationships at first than pure attraction. Anyone who thought otherwise was kidding themselves. Yawgmoth headed to the bar and proudly displayed his reasons for such a choice of words. It was clear what he and his beloved Crow had been doing. Fresh claw marks were lined along his back with two puncture wounds in his neck and numerous teeth marks about his exposed chest area. The blood that slowly leaked from these wounds had long since dried but Yawgmoth had opted to let them fester, and display them as something of a badge of honor instead of letting his body's natural regeneration take care of them. He poured a tall glass of whiskey shaking his head at the duo over there. With another chuckle the dark king downed the glass and turned to face them.