Ishmerai wasn?t back in the suite at the RhyDin Imperial Hotel above ten minutes before he grabbed Kasimira?s chin, eyeing her healed face critically, ?You?ve been fighting.?
She brushed his hand way with a careless laugh, ?Hardly. Just a minor scrape.? He scowled, grabbing her chin more firmly this time and tilting her head this way and that to get a better look. ?Hey, knock it off!? She objected, wrenching her face free. ?I?m finally all healed; don?t go bruising me up again.?
?How bad??
She frowned, but there was really not point in lying to him. He would badger her until he got the truth. ?Lots of bruising, a few shallow cuts and scrapes, black eye and minor concussion,? she prattled it off like it was a shopping list.
?What?? He scowled at her. ?Is that your idea of being careful? I thought you were going to stay out of trouble??
She groaned, moving away from him; she hated being lectured. ?I can?t help it if trouble finds me.?
?Mira, I know you better than that. You have guilt painted all over your face. You went looking for trouble!?
?I swear I didn?t!? She exclaimed. ?I just sort of,? she gestured a little, ?stumbled into it.?
?You are in no physical condition to go putting yourself in those situations,? Ishmerai was too angry to say it kindly.
?Well, I know that now, okay?? She found herself raising her voice defensively. ?It?s not like this has been easy on me, Merai. Do you think I like being this weak? This pathetic? It?s not something I?m used to!? She brushed the back of her hand roughly over her eyes, frustrated with the situation and even more frustrated with herself for getting so upset about it. Just another sign of weakness.
?Mira...?
?No! You can?t possibly understand, so don?t even pretend to try. I am not what I was before. I am weak and defenseless, and if it wasn?t for Issy showing up at the right time, three little street punks?who would have been nothing in the past?would have splattered my brains across the streets of the West End. It?s embarrassing.?
He waited for her to finish before remarking dryly, ?I wasn?t going to offer my sympathy.?
?Oh.? She blinked. ?What were you going to say then??
?That you?re absolutely right. You are pathetic, weak, and defenseless.? He held his hand up to forestall her indignant reaction. ?And not because you have been stripped of your magic, Mira. Yes, that made you powerful, but you used to be strong and skilled in your own right without ever needing to use magic. You have allowed yourself to become weak and untrained.?
She pouted at this evaluation. ?I handled myself pretty good for such a weakling, I?ll have you know.?
?It should have gone better. You said your friend, Isuelt I believe she is called, had to save you??
Kasimira rolled her eyes, ?Yeah. I make a pretty good damsel in distress though.?
?I bet,? he smirked. He thought it wise to steer the conversation elsewhere for now: ?You seem happier today. Did you not miss me??
She hesitated; ?I am. I feel lighter, somehow. I told Issy just about everything, actually. It was nice to have my friend to talk to again.?
?And she welcomed you back without question?? He gave her a knowing smile.
She rolled her eyes. ?Yes yes. You were right. Issy was overjoyed as was Harris.?
?Harris?? He raised his brows in question, the name sounding somewhat familiar.
?Mmhmm. He?s a big-name dueler, and he?s from that radio show we listened to before you left.?
?Ah, yes. The one you listened to so avidly.?
She grinned. ?I promise that I missed you while you were gone.?
?It does not seem as if you have had the time to miss me at all.?
?Nonsense, Ishmerai,? she scoffed. ?Now must I beg, or do you have some sort of plan to help me stop being such a weakling??
?Why not ask this Harris person for help with that??
She stepped over, punching him playfully in the arm. ?Maybe I will.?
She brushed his hand way with a careless laugh, ?Hardly. Just a minor scrape.? He scowled, grabbing her chin more firmly this time and tilting her head this way and that to get a better look. ?Hey, knock it off!? She objected, wrenching her face free. ?I?m finally all healed; don?t go bruising me up again.?
?How bad??
She frowned, but there was really not point in lying to him. He would badger her until he got the truth. ?Lots of bruising, a few shallow cuts and scrapes, black eye and minor concussion,? she prattled it off like it was a shopping list.
?What?? He scowled at her. ?Is that your idea of being careful? I thought you were going to stay out of trouble??
She groaned, moving away from him; she hated being lectured. ?I can?t help it if trouble finds me.?
?Mira, I know you better than that. You have guilt painted all over your face. You went looking for trouble!?
?I swear I didn?t!? She exclaimed. ?I just sort of,? she gestured a little, ?stumbled into it.?
?You are in no physical condition to go putting yourself in those situations,? Ishmerai was too angry to say it kindly.
?Well, I know that now, okay?? She found herself raising her voice defensively. ?It?s not like this has been easy on me, Merai. Do you think I like being this weak? This pathetic? It?s not something I?m used to!? She brushed the back of her hand roughly over her eyes, frustrated with the situation and even more frustrated with herself for getting so upset about it. Just another sign of weakness.
?Mira...?
?No! You can?t possibly understand, so don?t even pretend to try. I am not what I was before. I am weak and defenseless, and if it wasn?t for Issy showing up at the right time, three little street punks?who would have been nothing in the past?would have splattered my brains across the streets of the West End. It?s embarrassing.?
He waited for her to finish before remarking dryly, ?I wasn?t going to offer my sympathy.?
?Oh.? She blinked. ?What were you going to say then??
?That you?re absolutely right. You are pathetic, weak, and defenseless.? He held his hand up to forestall her indignant reaction. ?And not because you have been stripped of your magic, Mira. Yes, that made you powerful, but you used to be strong and skilled in your own right without ever needing to use magic. You have allowed yourself to become weak and untrained.?
She pouted at this evaluation. ?I handled myself pretty good for such a weakling, I?ll have you know.?
?It should have gone better. You said your friend, Isuelt I believe she is called, had to save you??
Kasimira rolled her eyes, ?Yeah. I make a pretty good damsel in distress though.?
?I bet,? he smirked. He thought it wise to steer the conversation elsewhere for now: ?You seem happier today. Did you not miss me??
She hesitated; ?I am. I feel lighter, somehow. I told Issy just about everything, actually. It was nice to have my friend to talk to again.?
?And she welcomed you back without question?? He gave her a knowing smile.
She rolled her eyes. ?Yes yes. You were right. Issy was overjoyed as was Harris.?
?Harris?? He raised his brows in question, the name sounding somewhat familiar.
?Mmhmm. He?s a big-name dueler, and he?s from that radio show we listened to before you left.?
?Ah, yes. The one you listened to so avidly.?
She grinned. ?I promise that I missed you while you were gone.?
?It does not seem as if you have had the time to miss me at all.?
?Nonsense, Ishmerai,? she scoffed. ?Now must I beg, or do you have some sort of plan to help me stop being such a weakling??
?Why not ask this Harris person for help with that??
She stepped over, punching him playfully in the arm. ?Maybe I will.?