Live Fast. Die Young. Bad Girls do it Well.

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Haman stirred slowly, she couldn't remember what had happened. The trip back to Axis, and the return journey to the Chalice had all happened while she was slept, her body desperately healing the damage battle had caused. She had no idea how long she had been here, and what dastardly political moves had been made during her down time.
Her hands gripped the starched sheets, confused. Her first thought was only This is not my bed. quickly followed by. Where is Mineva? She sat up quickly, cried out and fell back down into her pillow, biting her bottom lip to stifle. Looking up at the ceiling, she found she did not recognize it, but the smell and sounds the Chalice's Medical section where known enough to her from her many trips visiting Char, and that alone was the only thing that settled the sick fear in her stomach. Closing her eyes tightly, straining to remember, but finding little to answer her questions.

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[zeonfunnelcake]

Haman would have laughed at that if the thought of laughing did not seem so painful.
"We do what we must, otherwise we would not be ourselves." She had read that somewhere once but for the life of her could not remember where. It seemed as true now as it did then, for them all it seemed.
"I don't wish to keep you from your duties, as I know you've likely taken on much of my own work right now, but all the same, I feel better when you're near." More than his physical presence, the feeling of him, the way he always shimmered in her minds eyes, soothed her greatly even in worst of turmoil.