Snippet #2525445

Everything should look nice and tidy for the new arrivals. Ada had a very slight grin on her face as she swept the floor of their bare home. Well, if you could truly call it that. Honestly it was more of a hideout and a planning center for attacks but she liked to think of it as a home. A home was normal, it was nice, it was where you made a life and where you were surrounded with loved ones. So she would sweep and organize and make this place as welcoming as possible for the new arrivals.

As she stood back and admired her work a familiar voice broke through the silence of the barracks. In most people their immediate reaction would be to jump at the sound, startled by the sudden noise or alarmed by a friend's apparent need but Ada reacted to Gabriel's call by immediately running to him. It was her job, more like her life, to respond to the call of those in need.

She limped as quickly as she could down the hallways until she reached the sleeping quarters where she'd heard his voice. "Gabriel?!" Her alarm was quickly resigned to confusion after she'd slammed through the doors. She quickly glanced around the room and her friend appeared to be alone...with a knife in his leg. An eyebrow arched its way up almost to her hairline as she stared at him. "How did uh..." She stopped her question mid-sentence by waving her arms, not sure she even wanted to know the answer. "Never mind, just hold still." Kneeling down with a bit of difficulty from her already lame leg, she took hold of the knife handle and braced Gabriel before tearing the weapon from his muscle. "Sorry!" Ada apologized for the pain she knew her friend was going through and quickly placed her hands on the laceration. One, deep inhale in and the wound began to close. Her brows knit together in pain and concentration as a scar began to, what others would describe as, magically appear on her leg in the exact location as Gabriel's wound. It stretched out in length until finally she pulled her hand away and his skin was as clear as it had ever been, besides the blood that had been spilt already of course. "There you are, good as new." She gave him a smile, hiding the still stinging pain as she rose slowly from the floor and brushed off her jeans. "So when are the new arrivals getting here Gabriel?"