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Zasar returned the laugh, scooping up his mug in one hand and tapping the pointer finger of his other on the tabletop, pausing to ponder the idea before sipping his drink much more carefully.

Coming to a slight lack of a conclusion, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “Dunno. E’er since I got ‘ere, work’s jus’ en’ed up fine’n me.

Tucked away in the southwestern corner of the courtyard, occupying one of the standing stables, Eli bent over a plain grey feather, trying to clean it in the rapidly fading light. He sat upon the dirt floor of his quarters with a clay pot at one elbow, a pile of clean feathers at the other, another pile of yet-to-be-examined feathers at his knee. His table? An aged wooden bench that had once been occupied by someone's butt, for sure. Everything about the refurbished stall had a usable purpose, not a decoration in sight.

A brown, black, and white mottled stray was curled up in the far corner of the room, his nose shoved under the canvas that replaced the stable's gate. An old pole pilfered from another stable was anchored in the center so that one half or the other of the canvas could be tacked back, whichever was convenient. Other large pieces topped off the rest of the walls. The patter of rain was loud on the roof, and a clay pot much like the one Eli was using sat near the firepit in the center of the enclosure, dutifully catching stray raindrops from an untimely leak.

A wooden barrel, set just outside the canvas door, was starting to fill from the network of crude gutters meant to keep water away from the all-but-waterproof dwelling. The captured water came in handy when the hot sun decided to steal away the cloud's rain.

Muttering to himself, Eli suddenly stood from his feathers, and went to one of the squares cut in the canvas of the wall, Mutt quickly appearing at his heals, tail wagging excitedly. Bed time!

If one used one's imagination, the squares in the canvas could be windows, and the flaps Eli secured over them could be shutters. The windows created a nice breeze, being across the room from one another, and when coupled with pulling back a large flap of material from the door, the stable could remain relatively cool throughout the day.

Eli almost tripped over Mutt on his way to the ancient bedroll in the corner, and let out a growl of annoyance before throwing himself onto the cloth. Almost as if he'd changed his mind, Mutt sat next to the feathers and watched Eli drift off to sleep. When the time was right, he would be ready to pounce on the sleeping form and claim his share of the bedroll.

"Attacks?" Yami blurted out, staring at the woman who claimed to be her sister, and then at the person who spoke the word that started her whole confusion. "We're getting attacked?" she said, not clued in on what was happening around her...

"Sounds similar to my events of work," Mercy smiled in her glass as she drank. "My work finds me when it is needed." She glanced around just to watch the atmosphere as it seemed to darken. "I guess, it isn't when we need work, it's when others need us," she lightened her mood a little.

He smiled at her, "I am who I am and I am happy with it." he said to Ayira before he laid back and looked up at the ceiling, his hands folded under his head. "I could not handle having to remove a limb to save a life if I myself was not already secure with who I was, or make other critical decisions related to saving a life." He continued.

Nekura turned his gaze to Ayira fully, "It is important in whatever you do that you have pride in your life, if you can't do that then you really are not living your life, you are just keeping your body alive and letting your soul die."

Hikari looked at her sister confused for a moment, before remembering that the younger of the two of them didnt remember things. She sighed sadly before turning to her sister and softly taking her locket back from her and putting it back around her neck.

"Yami...a new goverment took over Wynander 10 years ago.." She spoke softly as if afraid anyone else would hear her. "Since then there have been a lot of attacks on innocent people. People have gone hungry...and...well...Wynander isnt the best place to live anymore. Matter of fact...I'd say one of the wrost..."

Her delicate fingers moved to the ring that sat just above her collar bone, softly flesh touched metal and she spoke once more. "...but we cant leave. No one can. There are monsters...and...a wall...no one can get out..."

She threw her head back in a thoughtful motion for a moment before remembering something. She quickly reached into the chest of her dress and pulled out the Tarot card she had kept hidden there. "Yami...does this remind you of anything? Of the strange woman who gave it to me?" Anything at this point was worth a shot...

Hikari hugged her card close to her when she saw the doctor questioning it. "Yes..." It was a soft answer as if more of a question then anything else. Was that the answer he wanted? "She was...a fortune teller..."

The captain gave his empty mug a good, hard stare, using it as the focus point for him to ponder. “I dunno, what’s dere left teh talk about?” he mused more to himself, rubbing the stubble on his chin with one hand, and turning his attention away from his mug and more to the ceiling, with all it’s rafters, cobwebs, bugs and things.