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Bianca moaned as she rolled over in her makeshift bed, which, of course, was already completely tossed about and messy. The poor girl failed to get barely any sleep, tossing and turning all night long as she struggled to relax. Sleeping on the ground just sucked. There was no if, ands, or buts about it. As Artur yelled louder into her tent, she crammed the pillow over her head.

“C’mooon. I can’t I just sleep for another five minutes? Maybe fifteen? Ugh...” It was unclear whether she was complaining at Artur, or complaining to him about her poor sleeping conditions. She groaned as she rolled over once more, trying desperately to try to get some good rest, even for just the shortest time. But what hope did she have if she couldn’t get any all night long? The little girl sighed before throwing her pillow straight across the tent in frustration. Is this how she was going to have to live from now on? Maybe she could get used to it, but it would take some time, for certain.

Grabbing her things, Bianca quickly managed to get back into her normal clothes from her PJs and tried her best to shove everything she had into her bag. Normally she’d fold everything nice and neat and carefully place them all inside of her bag. But with only thirty minutes to prepare, the poor girl didn’t have any time for trivial matters like that if she was to make it out to her group. Hastily, she finished collecting her belongings and headed outside of her tent, the lodging itself completely empty aside from the things provided for her by the Blade Wings. Putting her bag on her staff and slinging all that onto her back, she shuffled out, making her way back towards where the Red Wolves were meeting.

“Can’t we at least take showers or something?” Bianca whined as she slowly made her way over. “Ugh. I hate feeling all...dirty like this.” She visibly shivered before continuing. “A hot shower sounds amaaazing right now. You have no idea...”

The little girl sighed as she realized no one was paying attention to her. Admittedly, she was indeed a bit frustrated how she’d been treated lately. The whole time during their stay, none of her crew members, AKA, her ‘slaves’, talked to her one bit. No one asked how she was doing after the ordeal on the fight, nor did it seem like anyone cared. Who talked to her instead? Why, the members of the Blade Wings of course. Those folks had shown her incredible kindness throughout all of this. Well, minus Ferma and the mean yelling man, but to her, they were no worse than the rest of her current group. For a moment, she stopped walking towards where Artur told them to meet and looked back towards the camp. She caught a glimpse of Lin and Ferma heading towards the showers, while Korin and the rather large man helped their troops to gather food, probably to give to her group for their trip. Her group...the sound of that wasn’t quite sitting with her so well anymore. Bianca stared longingly at the Blade Wings’ encampment and at Korin, the kind man continuing to show them the utmost generosity. Warm showers, delicious food, kind people, actual group structure...the girl was starting to like the sound of all those things.

After that short pause for thought, Bianca trundled over to where Korin directed his men, walking up to his side and tugging on his shirt to get his attention.

“Hey, mister Korin,” she said, looking up at him and looking as cute as possible as she spoke. “...I’d of asked Lin this if she wasn’t washing up right now, since she was the nicest to me, but here goes...” She took a deep breath before she spat out what she wanted to say. “...Can I join you guys? I’ve changed my mind, and…I wanna be a part of the Blade Wings. You guys are just so nice...” Not to mention their warm showers and delicious food, but she didn’t mention that. Not yet.