Snippet #2178108

"Your not going anywhere til your leg heals. Now go lay down and don't put any pressure on it. That's an order from your Meister."

Kissue looked down at her meister and sighed. "But Dante, all of the other kids are off getting souls. I don't want you to get ridiculed if people find out that we skipped a mission. My leg is fine, I won't even be on it half the time; you're the one who runs around and cuts up things." She was fully aware that the condition of the weapon was just as important as the condition of the meister, but she wasn't lying when she said that she didn't hurt anymore. "I appreciate that you want me to be safe, Dante, but I'm okay. I swear."

She turned around and limped to the couch where her jacket was laying, ready for her. She grabbed it and put it on over her shoulders, then sent a reassuring smile to Dante. "See, I can even put my jacket on all by myself!" She teased, but quickly sat down. Maybe Kissue didn't feel as great as she thought, but she didn't want Dante to know, they'd have to go through much worse in their careers being meisters and weapons, she'd feel like a weakling if she couldn't fight because of a few scrapes.