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Sydney had thought about it for a while after hearing of Sasha's... mission problem. She wanted to see how the other girl was doing, but she wasn't sure how much Sasha would want to talk about it. So... what else could she do?

Syd was not good at comforting people. She wasn't good with people... at all, really. But she knew someone that was. And she knew a setting that was good for conversing, too--well, other than the threat of being shot with a dart, that was. But honestly, she'd been through the shadow run, a dart didn't seem that horrible.

So she sent out two texts to two of her few friends, and crossed her fingers that Wilson would do what he did so well to help Sasha out.

Sasha still hadn't left her room when the text from Sydney came.

After reading the text she still hadn't wanted to leave the sanctity of her room, but she had to start somewhere. Maybe after she did a little training she'd feel more like visiting Clerise and Rep in the infirmary. Maybe. Or maybe she'd just feel like going back to her room where she could curl up on her bed, holding her flute.

When Sasha arrived at the arena, she gave Sydney a small smile before turning her gaze towards Wilson. She recognized him, knew of him, but this was her first time really interacting with him.

"Hey, um. Thanks for inviting me." Her hand fluttered nervously around the dark mark on her neck, but she offered them both a smile in turn before she took a seat at the table.

Wilson turned around at the third voice. The movement toward her neck caught his eye and he honed in on the mark for a second before politely redirecting it somewhere else. He gave Sydney a curious look. He hadn’t realized the mist trainee had invited Sasha as well, but he didn’t mind. The more, the merrier, right?

“Nicest people on the island?” He laughed. “I’m sure Sasha is very nice, but I can’t say I’d be one of the nicest.” The death trainee headed for one of the empty chairs. “But I wouldn’t mind at all. Don’t hesitate to ask. Of course I’ll say yes.” A smile to both Sydney and Sasha. “To both of you.”

He placed one arm on the table while the other reached for a piece. Occasionally, his gaze would drift toward Sasha and her injuries. Instead of looking worried, he kept smiling reassuringly.

And they chatted for a bit until Sydney's fingers slipped, the tower fell, and the poor mist hunter was hit by a dart, knocking her out. She fell out of her seat to the ground, unconscious.

((Sorry guys.))

Sasha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She knew all too well how it felt to be knocked out, and suspiciously she peered around the perimeter of the room.

"Yes. Just gently shake her. She should wake up soon - but if she keeps getting darted, it'll get harder and harder to wake her up."

With a sigh, Sasha knelt next to the other woman, gently brushing her hair back from her forehead. "Syd," Sasha sing-songed, tugging softly on a lock of Sydney's dark hair.

He lifted both brows at Sasha’s information. “Oh. I never knew that.” Wilson had only tried this course once, after all, and had left as soon as he had woken up afterwards. He curiously watched Sasha as she joined him in waking Sydney up. Yes, Sydney seemed right. Sasha seemed quite nice.

Wilson broke out into a grin. “That’s because she is Sasha, though I’m curious to see what your weapon looked like before he became, well, a weapon.” Once Sydney stood up he followed suit, sliding back into his chair as the mist trainee took her first piece.

“Looks like it’s my turn.” [Hope you don’t get darted.] Are you trying to jinx me? At least the tower hadn’t fallen this time.

She was on guard this time as she went to work, her hands and eyes steady, making sure each piece was ready to move before she moved them. She was going to pass this dadblasted test! Especially since she had looked like an idiot in front of her friends once already.