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Callista spoke then, clear and crisp. "I'll feel fine. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. This is ridiculous, and I'm sorry you have to put up with my stupid girly antics," she said and blushed. She sat up and looked at Ray, and patted the bed, next to her. "Why don't you come sit? You look tired and..." Callista wanted to say 'in pain' but she stopped herself. If you know too much, you get attached.

Callista touched Ray's shoulder very gently, not sure how to respond to that. "Tell me about her," she requested. "Please." Callista's purple eyes looked at him, but his eyes would not connect with hers and she wondered why, but strongly pushed away that concern.

"What happened to her? You say 'she was' like she's not around anymore. What happened?" Callista became a little worried and climbed around the bed to look at Raykine's face a little better. Only now did she notice the scar on his face and only now did she really notice the intensity of his yellow eyes. It frightened her a little bit, but she did not shrink away. She moved her purple hair from her face and waited for his answer.

"Oh," she said simply. Words escaped her and didn't know what else to say. Callista brought her hand up to her head, then down to her neck and rubbed it, feeling foolish for bringing up an obviously painful memory. She noticed him tracing his back, and then smiled meekly. She already knew how they looked. "I don't know if this'll make it any better but: you shouldn't dwell on the past because if you do, the future will hold all the wonderful things from you. If that makes any difference." She was suddenly hit with an inspiration; it was something she liked to have done when she was stressed out. Callista climbed around the side of the bed until she was behind Ray, and began to massage his shoulders, very roughly.

"What does it look like I'm doing? If you want me to stop, just say so," Callista said and seemed a little bit irritated. She stopped, but didn't move her hands, waiting for his decision. "You're stressed out. You're muscles are tense. I can help you not be so...tense."

She stopped for a moment and then moved her hands away. "That would probably be better," she said and waited until he took his shirt off, and then continued to massage his shoulders. She went from his neck, back to his shoulders, down his back, to his lower back, and then back up. She could feel her body tingling for some odd reason, and she didn't know what it was and completely ignored it; it came back as she went down his back once more and she visibly shivered. Callista shrugged it off and massaged back up to his neck, involuntarily running her hand through the hair on the back of his head.

"Because you saved me on more than one occasion and I don't want you cramping when we get into another fight. I'm sure you wouldn't, but I don't want to take that chance," Callista said, massaging all the while. She sighed heavily then and for no reason at all, she stopped and rested her head on his back and closed her purple eyes. She sat like that for a moment before she realized what she was going and blushed furiously, then sat on the opposite side of the bed, feeling completely ashamed of herself. Callista hung her head in her hands, which were propped up on her elbows, on her knees and she mumbled to herself in frustration. "You promised...don't do it..."