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"I thought about it." Honestly she had. She had actually marched right into Lucky's room when they'd gotten back so she could demand he tell her who did it, cause she was almost certain the Life hunter had seen. Problem was, Lucky wasn't there, apparently his room had flooded at some point and he'd had to bunk elsewhere. By the time she'd run into him again she'd sort of lost her nerve.

"I don't know why it happened, and if I find out the why isn't some freak accident or something, I'm not sure what I'd do." She shrugged again. "For a little while after we got back I had nightmares about it, and about the spiders. But they stopped, so I just sort of assumed I was over it. I guess I'm not as over it as I thought." Though perhaps finally talking about it will do some good.

Huffing faintly, the teen released her grip on her legs and pushed to her feet. "I'm sorry my personal baggage rained all over spar." She moved to grab her jacket and slipped it back on before small hands disappeared into her pockets. "I've got something back in my room though that should make up for it."

Now that she'd explained things it was easy to look at him again, and she watched as he unfolded himself and got to his feet as well. Waiting for him on the edge of the patchy grass before starting back towards the dorms.

One shoulder rose in a half shrug as he pointed out her victory. It didn't feel like much of a win to him at the moment, not like winning usually did. "I guess, but winning like that wasn't the goal for the day." Informing, and practice, that had been what she was aiming for, and that was so not where they had ended up.

Pink lips pursed thoughtfully for a moment, then a tiny, almost smile flickered to life. "I guess on the silver lining side of things you did get a very thorough lesson on fear shields, and you did learn what a charge was, and even if it didn't work properly, you still managed to use it. It doesn't always work, by the way. Sometimes you miss your target, or sometimes something happens that disrupts your concentration, or bond with your partner, or whatever." One small hand and emerged from her pocket and was waving vaguely as she tried to explain. "I dunno. Just sometimes it doesn't work, so you shouldn't let the fact that your's didn't do what it was supposed to do prickle your ego. At least your's doesn't have an automatic recoil whether you hit your mark or not."

The silence that followed them as they made their way back to the rooms was blessedly not awkward, so Peyton didn't feel the need to fill it was nervous rambling. She let it stretch on until he asked about what she had for him, his phrasing, and what came after, making her grin and snicker under her breath. "It's nothing unpleasant or weird, I promise."

Honestly she felt bad for having unintentionally beat on him. If it had just been a spar she'd have been smug as hell, but she'd gone into this thing with the mindset of showing him the ropes, and it hadn't gone that way.

So, to make up for it, she was going to give him the extra carton of cigs she'd bought for the inevitable moment he ran out. Really, it didn't matter when she gave it to him, he was going to smoke at whatever pace he wanted anyways, and holding onto them wouldn't make him ration them anymore then he likely already was.

Besides, it'd probably make him happy. Or.. well, maybe not happy. She wasn't entirely certain happy was a an emotion that came all that naturally to Taym.

Whatever, maybe he'd grin. It'd be something, at least.

"Naw, I don't bake." She could cook alright, for the most part, but baking was a whole different thing. That did remind her though. "Thanks for the cupcake you left for me, by the way. It was great." It had had pink frosting over a chocolate cake, and come to think of it, where the hell did that even come from? She was aware he could cook, he'd made a pretty amazing grilled cheese, but she didn't really see him making cup cakes, and especially not ones with pink frosting. These thoughts had her giving him an odd look as they reached her room, and her hand paused on the doorknob. "Where did it come from?"

"I don't think I've officially met her yet, but I've seen her around." She opened the door now that he'd answered her and walked straight to her closet. "She sounds nice." Really nice. ******** home made cupcakes. All Peyton had to offer was another couple weeks worth of smokes to feed a harmful vice. Hmmm...

After a maybe a minute of rummaging around she produced a tied plastic bag, and then from that a carton of Camel lights, in the box. "Here we go." She held it up grinning. "Saved it for just in case you ran out but didn't have any leave days, or couldn't find anyone to grab some for you. But whatever, you can have them now."

Lavender eyes narrowed as she took the cigarettes without so much as a twitch of his lips. Instead she got sarcasm. Nice.

Frowning, she followed him to the door, thin arms raising to cross over her chest before the sudden and unexpected hair ruffle had her reaching up to push curls out of her face as the bottom of his pant hem disappeared out her door. "You suck at goodbyes." She called out to him, taking three swift strides so she could hang off her door frame just in time to see his door close.

"That's okay, I was tired of looking at you anyways." Just like last time, her voice was raised enough to drift through his closed door, as well as their immediate neighbors.

At least she'd gotten a thank you. Not for what she'd expected, but it worked. And the hair ruffle, while annoying, was taken for passive sign of not-affection she suspected it to be. So she grinned, maybe a little impishly, before shouting again. "See you later, Buddy!" Then slipped back into her room and closed the door.