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(Someone yell at me if I get healing a twisted ankle wrong. |D)

Rhys understood about the ankle, but usually he preferred avoiding staves to heal twisted ankles. Only the better staves soothed the muscles as well, and the better staves were expensive and hard to come by.

"Hang on a second," Rhys said, pulling over Castello's ottoman and propping up Teifi's bad ankle on it for elevation. In passing Jyoti, he said, "Healing? I have some staves up in my room. It's upstairs, third door on the right. It's unlocked. You can't miss it."

He came back a moment later with an ice pack, wrapped into a cold compress. Laying it gently yet firmly over the sore spot, he said, "This should help keep the swelling down. And it's no trouble, I assure you," he added with a small smile. "It's what I do."

Ungrateful mutt, why if it wasn’t for me he’d be out in the dog hou—scratch that, he doesn’t even deserve a dog house he can’t even fit into. Her mouth was twisted into a solid frown as she made an attempt to get to her feet. If it wasn’t for Triumph she’d not be in this mess to begin with! Shows how much respect that puppy has for her; its like her didn’t care at all that she was back. That wasn’t true of course, but Evelyn was no happy duckling and she would let her rage get the better of her for now.

Standing up proved to be more difficult than she had expected, mainly due to the gash on her knee that not only hindered her movement, but was bleeding quite profusely and starting to soak into the soil below. A growl escaped her lips as she glared at the Gwyllgi just before her trotted off to… flirt with the new Victory. My, what a loyal animal that b*****d was to Evelyn. Having no other choice, she accepted Jyoti’s help; she liked to be self reliant, but if she needed help she would choose Jyoti over any of the others.

Thanks to Jyoti, Evelyn managed to get into the house; a task she wouldn’t have been able to do on her own. But once inside, she was a bit bewildered to see some orange haired man she had never seen. In all honesty, Evelyn didn’t care one bit who this man was, but if he dared to try to heal her, well he had another thing coming. Evelyn might have been welcoming to Amelia earlier on, but that didn’t mean she was always welcoming to strangers.

Ignoring the stinging in her hand from the chef, aka Warrior, Isadora replied with a hint of annoyance in her tone. "I'll remember that, sir."

How hard did he swung that spoon? The sting still throbbed on her hand. Surely, he didn't swing it with full force or else her hand would have be broken for good. It was a good thing that it was a wooden spoon. Who knew what would happen if he used other kitchen utensils such as the knife or fork.

When hearing about asking her name, Isadora answered. "My name is Isadora. Crewmember of the guild called Fire Emblem Forever and the Dame Knight of Pharae."

She thought back to Ganon's tale of the Heroes, trying to remember who this Warrior was. Surely he wasn't Castello since she ran into him. He was surely don't look like a magic user, so Domanova was out. And based by his swing on the spoon, she confirmed that it was Kyros the Dread Reaver. There was no way a lance user who swung like his.

"Judging by your swing," Isadora spoke as she felt the throbbing sting fading. "I'm guessing that you're Kyros, one of the Heroes."

She didn't get the chance to hear his reply when he told her that dinner was about to be ready and asked her to tell the others. As much as she wanted to gave an annoying look, she decided to keep her tongue and do what he told her. After all, she didn't want to receive another smack of the wooden spoon.

Walking out of the kitchen and into the hallway, she heard a commotion in the room where Rhys and Amelia were. Wondering what was going on, she entered. There before were the other Heroes and they seemed to be crowded around the woman in the love seat. And on the other side of the room was a strange looking fellow who looked like...... Soren? Stroking on the doll's cheek? What in St. Elimine's name had happened when she was away?

Confused of the commotion going around, Isadora gave a tapping on the door frame and said awkwardly. "Um........ Dinner will be ready shortly?"

A small, delicate flower, fluttering in the breeze...

Amelia looked from Rhys, then back to Teifi. Since he had finished healing Teifi's wound, Amelia found herself winding her arm quietly through his, holding him close to her again. After what had happened, straying far from him didn't seem like a fun idea. They were nice, but that didn't mean they were good.

"Amelia! Apologies for leaving so soon. Are you faring well, dear?"

Amelia blinked. Her expression relaxed a little, though the mildly shocked curiosity stayed in her eyes. "Ah... of... of course I am. I'm fine. I'm unhurt, though I... kind of am stuck in here... house arrest in my own home..." Amelia tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, glancing to the armor of hers that she had piled on the floor earlier, then looked back to Teifi. She took the edge of her cloak in her hand and wrapped it partially around her, like it was a blanket. "Why are... you so concerned?"

(Can't use accents, as far as I know.)

"Me? My name is Rhys," he said, wrapping his arm around Amelia's back once more. "Otherwise known as Amelia's fiancee."

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry," Rhys added to Isadora, "I left the shield at the top of the stairs. I wanted to have both arms free."

"Celibate?" Rhys frowned. It was fairly obvious he disliked that question, and was perhaps a bit offended. He didn't get angry at Teifi, but still... "That's a fairly common misconception. Back on my home continent of Tellius, several of the most powerful men in Begnion were allowed to marry. They were Saints... naturally, it was believed that if the most powerful member of the Church of Ashera could marry, then celibacy should not be a requirement.

It's true that men of the cloth were celibate at one time," Rhys finished, "But it was very long ago, well before my time."