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There was no way Harriet was going to get use to looking up at him. Her hero. She saw the need in his eyes. The concern. The need to make everything alright and to comfort her. It was his own little battle trying to figure out how and if he could. Harriet half wished to be the one needing to calm him down, but felt his little fuss over her endearing. She was still young to really know any better, but she never thought to meet such a man. Someone like him needed to be cherished. A strong man with a gentle heart wasn't easy to find. She settled back with her eyes quite glued to him. Smiling as Percival spoke of her brother. From first glimpses he reminded her of her brother. He was also strong and gentle. Just something different in the eyes, Harriet just couldn't quite figure it out. "But not too informed? Best they don't worry" Harriet question half heartedly as she smiled a little concerned if her family knew the full extent. Least for now.

She held his hand so close to her heart, it was so comforting and so gentle. As her hand then caressed his out of her control as she caught her throat. Felt how rough it was, but finding it a beautiful thing. Felt the pain of his lose. Harriet then smiled as Percival smiled at her words. Harriet was shy. She was quiet. She never asked for help. She was who she was. One thing she did was take care of others. She beamed at his words, was all she tried to do was to comfort. Why not when she can bring a smile out like that. "It is my pleasure." Her voice uttered softly with the blush of her cheeks. Motioning to kiss his hand again, felt a warm sensation between breaths. Even if it sent tons of butterflies. It warmed her heart. "Even heroes shouldn't feel alone all the time." Harriet spoke softly as she shyly looked up through her eye lashes. Licking her lips before her eyes ran off a little. Causing a nervous smile at the thought, with pink cheeks.

Harriet then felt more at ease once Percival found himself a seat and was now on his way to being comfortable. Blushed as he smiled at he thank-you and secretly laughed, maybe he had read her mind. As her eyes watched him. Rested her head back a little. She could simply just remain and watch him. Taking care of her. Usually she didn't wish for it, but she liked it. She blushed. Smiled softly as he stirred the stew and took the strawberry from her hand. Causing her taste buds to slowly water. Harriet laughed softly from his words. Blushed as she rather liked watching him eat. Food was a part of her life. It was able to create moments just like this. Bring people together. "Really? I'll have to hold you to that. Maybe I can cook for you sometime... Um... If you... Don't mind of course." She offered well when she was back on her feet at least. If he loved food as her family and she did, he was good company to keep. Baking and cooking, was just soothing for her. Enjoyable to say the least. As Percival held out the spoon before her as he spoke. Harriet was then stunned out of her thoughts. Her tongue was twisted as generally the right thing would be to say no, I'm fine. Not helpless. As Harriet blushed she just couldn't speak, as she opened her mouth and she really quite liked it. Even if it was a touch embarrassing, it was just too sweet. Unexpected, but really sweet. She then took the bit of stew. Felt warm and delicious. Swallowed it with a smile. As her eyes watched him shyly. Although it could do with a little bit of seasoning. "I... don't actually, but so long as you also eat..." Harriet said honestly surprised she didn't mind, but her caring nature still needed to make sure he was taken care of as well. She then tried to reach for her bag, but it was too far. As she ached in pain.

There came that all nice thud as Lancelot climbed her cart. She felt her heart ease just that little bit. Knowing he was out of the cold. The ran. The mud. She couldn't help the look she gave him, just a hint of amused and yet just utterly still admiring him. As Harriet took in his appearance. First thing. Soak him and his clothes in a bath. New clothes. Supper and a bed. As Harriet made her list in her head. Before she then just smiled back. Her cheeks were flushed as she took in his own and his words. Felt warmed when he spoke of we. In just his simple words still, he made her feel more. Even if she had felt utterly weak and barely did anything. With the notion of home, she couldn't agree more. "Lets..." Harriet gave him a soft expression. Motioning the cart forwards back along the path. The wind whistling, with cold and raining, but home was calling. Harriet beamed at the thought. As her eyes worried at the thought and rolled her lip between her teeth. Now that she was given time to worry, the quicker she wanted to get home, though feared for another accident. So she took it steady.

Just as Harriet's mind began to wander, her eyes lingered to Lancelot and softly shook her head. Watching him look over himself, cold and soaked. Yet didn't utter a word, but Harriet knew he was cold. Then keep her eyes still on the road. She unwrapped the cape. She wasn't overly one to ask for closed space, but after saving her life. She couldn't let him go cold. Not at her expense, having felt guilty for having taken his cape in the first place. He was the hero. The angel. Even they need taken care of every once in awhile. For even they can get lonely. As Harriet's eyes floated upon the road about his family. Felt her throat caught, there was nothing light about the surroundings, yet there was still hope. "I... Um. Please. It's a little warmer over here... Don't need our hero getting ill." Harriet offered as she voiced softly as Lancelot scooted but stopped short and knowing she has his cape. Her heart thudded nervously as opened up the cape. Harriet beamed him with a smile as she called him a hero. For that was what she saw. Even if he wasn't rightly put together, it did not tarnish his worth. As she blushed and her eyes made back to the road. "Its... Not too far... Just before we get to the nearest village... So, ah... Will you like to stay? It's no castle.. but... It's... It's Home. " Harriet kindly answered his question. Finding herself a little more comfortable after what he did, it was hard not to, but Harriet was still Harriet. As she sweetly with her blushing cheeks asked him to stay. As she imagined the castle he lived in was maybe hard to leave, but though it may seem simple. Her home was much everything to her. Least her family and the memories thus shared. Reassuring Lancelot that it was comfortable, warm and most of all dry. As Harriet then imagined the log fire, causing her toes to curl and the kitchen. Luckily she had stored some supplies, so it shouldn't be too tricky to make some supper. Then realising her head was trailing off in silence, and nervously smiled to Lancelot, before drawing her eyes away. She couldn't help it. She was just content with what she had. In all the hard work and little time she had for herself, she never complained. What more did she need?

Harriet's mind still couldn't stop going to the thoughts of her family. Her mother. She must be worried. Her brother. He generally would come looking for her, although maybe not if worried about mother. "I sure hope Tor made it home... " Harriet was use to simply talking to herself on her trips, there wasn't usually anyone else and realising she had spoken it out loud. Her thoughts. As her voice softly and worried, before blushing as she looked to Lancelot. Who probably didn't understand what she was mumbling about. "Generally he is the one bringing the storms." Harriet remarked a little happier as he had been given the nickname the bringer of rain, so he should be home she thought, but looking to the sky it generally wasn't this bad. No. This was something a little heavier. Little she could do until she got home. Her eyes then peered over at Lancelot. Reminding how he had no family waiting for him. Was he truly alone? "Lancelot, sir... I... You never did tell me about your family. Where your from?" Harriet nervously found the words as she sweetly asked about his family. Interested to know. Really how he was seeming so humbled. So kind. Yet so strong. Brave. Her belly fluttered. Remembering how he buried himself in the mud and really saved the day. She was curious to learn more about him, without over reaching.

Bravery? Maybe it was bravery to some extent, but Harriet did not feel brave. If this was what it was. Trying to dial down in her head that this was fine. She was fine, but really she knew she wasn't. As she could barely feel her toes or really anything to the top of her head. Trying to wipe the water from her face and eyes, only to try and spot Lancelot better. As she was quite curled up where she sat, yet now as he offered his smiles, she felt safe. Safe knowing someone had sent her a guardian angel. She never dreamed of knights as a child nor princes, but she did dream of heroes. With a cape. As her eyes looked away from his cape twinkling to the sky with a smile. How was she to know, she thought shyly. Before looking back as her hero spoke and believed him, he had given her a ray of hope. "Thank-you." Harriet spoke very softly like a whisper, but from her heart, knowing he would risk everything now to save her own life. Felt a soft tear melt into her wet cheeks she caught with a finger as she smiled softly, as she almost relaxed at the thought, she was safe now. Harriet then fell a little motionless as Lancelot took off his hero cape and placed it beside her. Her eyes frowned a little in concern for himself, but ultimately touched he gave the gesture. It was a bit wet, but it was something. Harriet softly smiled as her fingers toyed to feel the cape beside her. Not knowing still if she was deserving of this kindness, though pleased it had been given.

As she fought a little about the guilt as her eyes looked upon it and her fingers toiled within the fabric. Lancelot spoke again. Feeling a inch of a soft smile escape a little joyous laughter in the abyss of a storm as he proudly spoke her name. The dream was always the well put together hero, they never showed there was a man behind it all. As it was very much real and he was real. Then he bowed, which Harriet smiled to see. Never had anyone shown her this kindness. She passed through the village half unnoticed, but he saw her. Maybe something more, she just couldn't see. All she was, was a daughter trying to keep her family together. Nothing overly special. Then she paused as Lancelot spoke, no one? Harriet suddenly felt a bit lonely for him. "Do they not live in Camelot?" Harriet asked kindly as she finally found the will as her hand took the cape in hand and slowly wrapped it around her shoulders, knowing it be unkind to refuse when now he was out there, cold and saving her life.

Felt her lips escape a slight relaxing moan as felt just a touch warmer, though as her eyes looked back Lancelot was gone. Then spotted him up a head as he tossed the branch over his shoulder. Harriet smiled and felt a joyed thud, watching as her hero save the day. All drowned, dirty and in the end he was a man, but so much more. As she curled insider the cape, bringing her knees up and resting her chin upon them. Her eyes just watching until he came back. Listened in awe as he spoke. His plan and Harriet suddenly knew he really was doing all he can to save her. Admired his mind unlike her own, truly believing his plan would work. Smiling as if he even needed to ask. "I certainly can... Just... ah... tell me when.. Of course, Sir Lancelot... My hero." Harriet beamed a little brighter knowing he was doing all he can and she wanted to least help in anyway she could. This she could do. As she uncurled her legs and her peaked her hands through the cape, to best take hold of the reins. Felt a tinge as she spoke his own name and called him her hero as she thought he couldn't hear as he turned and returned to the wheel... Listening out for the signal, though finding she couldn't really stop from peering out to check. Smiled softly to see him kneeling in the mud. No not the image she dreamed as a child, she laughed softly, but she wouldn't trade this. This was real as her head fell back into the cart, rested it against the cart wall behind. Feeling the rain battering down and the wind rocking the cart. The journey home for him won't be easy, least Harriet could do was offer him to stay the night and home cooked meal. As her mind then thought in silence of her family waiting, worried that she mightn't come home.

The chill was getting caught under Harriet's breath as she rubbed her hands trying to breath out a little warm that could manage to stay even for a second. Felt the rain drops wetting her cheeks and every inch it could reach, the cart shielding most what it could as the wind blew mostly from behind and gently rocked the cart. Only to feel it almost sink a little more. 'There is no way. No way.' Harriet battered out silently from her lips. She didn't not like admitting defeat, but it was seemingly unlikely she would be able to pull this free. Just as Harriet muttered nonsense came a faint sound and then a voice. At first it had almost startled Harriet out of her skin, which had already tried to leave her. Looking up to see a man upon his horse, his kind voice seeping to cut through the wind and rain. Playing a gentle tune to her ears. Causing her lips to smile as she called her 'My Lady'. He was almost like an angel. A hero out of the dusk. Causing her cheeks to blush as she wasn't entirely sure how to answer that, but ok wasn't really close. Finding Harriet mostly shook her head. "I... I... I'm fine.. Mostly... It's my cart... I. It's not that bad. I.. don't think." Harriet said the words through faint chattering teeth and barely believed it through her chest, even less believed the cart was stuck badly. As she motioned to look at her hands, then perhaps it was a lack of strength she just didn't have.

Then as if an angel from high above he swooped off from his horse, almost godly and disappeared. To look at the problem Harriet imagined, felt a little bad she had stopped him in his tracks, this was not the best of times to be stuck on the road and she was sure he had planned to get back to where ever it was he was needed tonight. Mostly like a home. A family. If not home soon, they would be caused to worry and that ate a little at Harriet. For she was sure her mother was probably wondering where she was as well as Tor, if he had made it home. Oh, she hoped he did. There was no way to tell until she got home. Harriet breathed a sigh at the thought, before deciding whether to climb back out of the cart and help this brave fellow. Before she could aid her feet even an inch, he came by her cart. All wet and cold she could tell. Also catching the red of his cape. Felt the rattling of he heart, he was a knight and slightly smiled. Angel? Hero? God? She was close. Felt the blush rise through her cold cheeks at his words. Was pleased he was here to help, she knew he meant it in his words, but she couldn't help to still feel bad for this. Lending his aid when really he didn't have to and possibly risk his own health.

Before Harriet could speak a word as it took a little time with the cold, he spoke again. In such a ray of kindness, she was rather awed by it with the shear weight of the storm still battering at her cart door so to speak and she was left to admire him. Though felt the harsh swallow to see him in such conditions at her expense. Smiled at his name. Tilted her head slightly. As he seemingly left his title out of the mix, yet called her 'My Lady'. Harriet found that somehow endearing. "Harriet, my kind sir... Oh, Thank-you, but if it's any trouble I'm sure I can manage... I don't wish to hold you up from your family, they're probably waiting..." Harriet spoke gently with the shy blush to her cheeks. Felt her hands clutch a little to the seat either side of her legs. Smiled faintly through her words. Although with the faint look in Lancelot's eyes she already knew he had aimed to help and she couldn't be more grateful. She just had to speak to give him the chance if he really didn't want to be here, but he was maybe her only chance. Otherwise it was jetting back on horseback. Surely she could pull this cart free she peaked her head out at the thoughts. As her eyes rang doubt at the sight of the wheel buried much in the mud. Falling back into the cart and looked incredibly doubtful as she lent her head gently back.

There really was no turning back now as Harriet held the little knife. It felt so fable and weak in her hands. An object she was well used to when cooking. Chopping up veggies. Somehow she thought this was different than trying to cut through a tomato. She cringed at the thought. The red. The smell. Of blood. As she shook a little on the spot. Backed up slightly that she was soon finding herself a little closer to the knight who had come to her rescue. Who was seeming rather quiet about it? Harriet was sure he was planning up something or perhaps now as he sent her that faint look as if she could have possibly doomed them all... Either that or she just imagined that was what he was thinking. She could tell he was brave. He held a sword far better than she was holding this knife. He had barely moved and Harriet was sure now he was sticking this out.

Suddenly feeling much like the little wee mouse dangling in the midst of a flock of birds. As the couple of men circled the nest. Then the knight spoke. Her green eyes a little scared to leave the man with the large pointy sword at her wake, to take a peak at her saviour. She smiled a little at his words and felt the tinge of hope in her heart. He was staying. Putting himself out for her when he didn't have to. He could have walked on by and let her slip into nothingness upon the ground. But he saw a life possibly worth saving and a chance she could find her way home once more. Harriet then jolted as he spoke of his death. Frowning her eyes away from him and suddenly felt the pain of the situation she had now put him in. There was something in his tone, she was sure was a voice of a hero... Just like Apollo. He was just waiting for the right time to strike. Least it was what Harriet was liking to think at least.

'So you've come to play the heroic knight in hopes of impressing the damsel... No need to wreck your costume pretty boy... We just want what's ours. You can have the girl... We take the cart.'

As Harriet was left feel still rather small as they spoke of her between themselves. Almost relaxed a little as he could have the girl, despite how it could sound. Was she safe now? Free? Then she shot herself still as he spoke of the cart. Swallowing hard. She couldn't lose the cart, but she was left questioning was it really worth her life. It was much her life. Iris? As her eyes looked to her horse. "No... No... You can't... I..." Harriet voiced out loud not able to form a great deal as if she was already surrendering to it. Lost her will to speak. Felt the thud crazy of her heart as she was at ends with what this all meant. 'We can't my darling? Oh, but we can... What can you possibly do to stop us? Huh?' Harriet flinched at his words as well as lowering her knife feeling a little defeated. Knowing they weren't taking it cos of the food. They wanted the cart, her coins and her horse. "but, I need it to help my family." Whispered as she lowered her head a little as her eyes peaked to the knight. Mostly speaking to herself as she needed the cart to make the coins to help her mother get better. To keep the house going. Getting a new cart wouldn't be cheap, but would this be really worth their lives.

The world felt a little still. Her body stiff. Harriet's nerves ran a wild. Her blood circulated in a frenzy all while she tried to keep her breath. Held it, realising her chest grew to tight that she could no longer hold it. Caused a rush of another kind as she felt the coldness at her cheek. The grip around her throat. Knowing one false move could lead to something deadly. Felt her teeth draw in her bottom lip, rolling it and biting it just a little. As tears from her streamed down uncontrolled down her cheeks, fearing now if she even screamed a little and felt that oddly difficult. As for this small moment when the world around fell out of sight. All Harriet thought was her mother. Her brother. She wanted the courage to find a way out and get home. She shouldn't of stopped when she had she thought. Just went straight home.

There was no telling how many there was, they seemed to many to Harriet. Even one was too many. As they threatened to just take the whole cart. It was alarming, even if it wasn't worth her life. It was much how her family survived on. Tor made enough coin to keep the farm running and Harriet made enough to keep their mother healthy and to keep the house going. Much her life. Her work was in that cart. It wasn't a simple fact to replace it. It would cost coin she would need to find. Until then she would be left finding other means to transport. Which she would do no matter how difficult it was, Harriet would find a way to help her family. Nothing meant more.

Soon came a breath and someone stepped out. Harriet thought just another bandit. Just as the one before her then twisted her around to pin her back to him, the knife tighter to her throat. As the man. The handsome knight. Harriet was pleasantly surprise to see. She suddenly felt a little safer and read the confidence in his voice. Enough to send this girl a little hope. Just minus the knife at her throat. "No. No. Nothing that needs to concern you. Unless you wish for an early grave for both you and the girl." Harriet flinched a little as the bandit spoke that held her. As a couple surrounded the knight. It was maybe a little premature to wonder who exactly he was. Only that he was seeming to put his life on the line for her. Harriet feared speaking and nodded to his last words. Almost begging with her eyes, but she feared what the man said. That it could cause this man's death, so she lightly shook her head instead. Perhaps it wasn't something she should ask. After all he did not know her. He was already brave having taken these steps. "... It's fine... I... I'll be fine." Harriet managed up struggled from her voice, barely believing what she had said herself, but she felt she hadn't much choice. Felt the knife at her neck lowered at her words. As if her words had given him confidence, Harriet did want him to help, but not if it was at the cost of his life. The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for two families at a loss. Even if she showed the fear of her own death. Her eyes danced upon this possible knightly man, with such confidence. Maybe he could risk it, but at what cost? Harriet flinched at the thought. Feeling an opening. It wasn't at all strong as she then struggled to elbow the man again. Causing him to loosen his grip even more as well as knocking his knife out of his hand. Harriet motioned to pick it up. To find his sword pointed at her as she rose and the other bandits surrounded them. Causing her hand to weaken with the knife. Swallowed. Not knowing what to do. Had she just sentenced them both to die?

'He first came to me in the vision of Ares. With his strength and courage. He turned out to be much more something Ares never was. A man. A gentleman. There's just something warm and inviting about him. I feel much like the many rocks in the river, but he's looking straight at me. Even when he isn't. I like watching him sleep, the sounds he makes. Even with eyes closed, he makes me feel safe. To be myself.

Harriet remained still and eyes upon Percival. A knight, even if she was having a hard time looking past the man. He was unlike any man she had met. He almost made her little world stop. Well paused. Harriet still had her family counting on her, but at least for a couple of moments he made her breathe even for a second. She smiled she wasn't entirely sure what was happening. As she watched him watching her. She was wondering if it was possible, he was speechless. Harriet hoped for the right reasons. She smiled, as there was just a look in his eyes, that she saved him. Her hand ran along his arm as even without any words spoken. She turned her head in the pillow as he nodded with a smile. Maybe he didn't know the stories. It wasn't as much a comparison, she only meant that he had that awe glow of someone with the presence of Ares. Percival came out of nowhere and became his own hero. Her Hero. Made in the moment. As she then flinched her hand as he pulled away and her body was then put back together.

Harriet heard faintly the voices at the door. Not taking in much of the words. As her eyes searched through the room she was wishing to run from and back home. To her mother and maybe even find Apollo. She didn't like not knowing as much as she didn't like just laying here. Felt the day was slowly settling in. She wasn't about to forget the beast and the blood. She suddenly felt a little more helpless. Her hands upon her face as tears came. There was little stopping them, now she had time to think and not be able to do anything else. Her slightly worn mind was now catching up. Her sobs came painfully out of her chest, but in a low sound.

Then he was there. She hadn't seen him through her tears until she felt his gentle caress of his hands. As Harriet unveiled her eyes with her hands. As her faint wet eyes was amazed he was here. He really wasn't leaving. She felt guilty for this, for she half wanted him to stay and knowing there could be someone missing him. She then tried to wipe her tears with her fingers though feeling a couple more tears form instead. As her lips tried to smile as Percival spoke. They made her stop. Looked into his eyes and lose herself. Where if it wasn't for him she wouldn't be anywhere. As a tear rolled down as her hand weakly went to his cheek. "This isn't your fault. You came, that's all that matters. You saved my life. You have done more for me than I could have ever asked for and your here now, I hardly know why... But I... I'm glad you are." Harriet spoke softly with a slight gentle shake of her head. Her hand motioned towards his cheek as her other one wiped some more tears as she even smiled a little. She was amazed how he stayed and continued to help her. Even her mother. Apollo. Amazed at his selfless acts to help her. She wasn't sure why, he did not have to and yet he did it anyways. Then she smiled a little brighter as she was glad he was doing it. There was something peaceful and calming about him. He could make this time pass a lot smoother. "Are you staying? I don't want to hold you up. Someone might be waiting." Harriet asked as her eyes looked up at him. As she settled a little in his touch. She didn't want it to stop, but she didn't want to be a reason someone misses him, truly misses him.

Harriet groaned in pain as her eyes looked upon Percival as he spoke truth to her. She knew it to be true, even if she was trying to make it not as bad as she ultimately thought it was. Her face fell a little to the understanding, that she was giving up that fight as she was afraid to think it deeply enough. Afraid that this could be worse like she knew in the back of her mind. Her eyes winced a little as she then offered him a nod of her head, as she also winced up a groan. It caused her pain to do. Anything was causing it. She tried to smile as he was wanting to take it away. Then he did just that, distracted her for a good moment with his smile and his words. Half tilting her head to the side deep in the pillow to best see his face. Ran them over, realising she hadn't taken notice of anything else. Maybe if she had, he wouldn't have needed to tell her he was a knight. With her weak arm she groaned a little as rested it upon his arm, trying to be the one to comfort him now. "You risked your life, when you didn't have to... Because of you I have the chance to see my mother and brother again, maybe even apollo... " Harriet spoke gentle as it was less painful as her head swooned dizzily, he helped her focus. As she rubbed her thumb ever so gently. Then her eyes fell to a moment of shyness that she coughed as she lightly expressed a nervous laugh as she admitted to him. "This is embarrassing to admit, but I thought for a moment you were Ares. You turned out to be far greater." Harriet said with a faint blush to her cheeks as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. From early age she was fascinated by myths and legends. Stories given by her father.

Tilting her head a little more and another caress of his massive arm, where she felt her hero doing all he could to continue to save her. If only she was that easy to submit to help, but she was slowly coming to do it. Whilst still had the itch at her feet. Her eyes looked a little sad she couldn't go herself to her mother, but Percival's words did make her happy. Even if she felt a little like she was pushing on to him was a little unfair, he had risked enough and he was going to these lengths because she couldn't? Harriet groaned at the thought. "Just look out for a sign, Bennett Farm... Thank-you Percival." Harriet said to him before she forgot and thanked him, before it caused her some pain now.

Then came the healer. Felt the winching in her chest. As soon came the tug at her arm. Her eyes swelled with tears of pain. Almost biting down to try and remain strong. Her eyes took a peak of the needle going through her skin and the blood. She winced at the sight, turning her eyes as it was causing her stomach to drop. Sweat formed upon her skin and her body jolted in pain just a little. She groaned and winced as her arm was being put back together. Every groan made her groan more as it drove a sharp pain in her ribs. It was blurry again. She heard Percival in the distance. She almost wanted to take a leap and ask him to save her again. She needed the distraction. As she struggled to look for him in her attempt to find his hand, if he would give it. Soon her arm, her head were cleaned and stitched up. Her arm sort of didn't hurt as much. Wrapped up her ribs, after feeling around. It hadn't teared her lungs, it just poked it when she sat and expressed needed to lay down for sometime as there was little to do as ribs healed themselves. After it she felt a little back down to earth. Felt sore, but she could breathe a little easier. The healer encouraged her to cough as though it hurt, it would actually help. As the coughing up blood had ceased now she was laying down. She did not like hearing she had to remain here. Felt her legs restless, but knowing what would happen if she did get to her feet.. She did not like the idea she had to surrender to this. As her face read her detest to remain here. She felt Percival would remain by her side, but she didn't like thinking she was holding up from something. She laid there coming to terms with the situation. Smiling to Percival as she quietly moaned as her eyes looked around the room as if it was holding her back. Then tears slowly came down and a small pain sob escaped her lips. Letting go of Percival and put her hands to her face. 'Ahhh' as it caused a faint sting to her arm. Asking now why did this happen? Feeling guilty for even uttering a single selfish thought.