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Akhira was greatly displeased with everything. Maybe she was too focused on being imprisoned, but she just couldn't stop thinking about this. Especially when Anton approached yet again, "You know it seems you're having a problem with something.. is it you're appetite?" Yeah, right. Her stomach growled in response. "The meat is rather good and I am sure that the cook spent more than enough time on this to slake whatever hunger you have at the moment." Great way to keep from even eating the food.

"So go ahead, spit it out and let me hear it... there must be something that will get you to?" He's patronizing me now, isn't he? Akhira had only seen healers from a distant, since she herself never needed one, and Blackfire had been adamant about staying away from such people. Often times, it would be healers who thought that dragon intestines and other stuff could be used to heal even the gravest wound on a human leading to riots and dragon slayers. Folly it all was. So, it was somewhat right that she didn't know that healers did actually care about their patients. That's when Nadiya arrived on scene and if anything, it made Akira's mood drop several degrees.

"Miss, you really should eat something, especially if you're feeling sick! You won't recover your strength without a decent meal." Nadiya implored the her, moving towards one side of the bed. "Are you painful? Is your stomach bothering you? Any nausea? Have you had anything to drink?" Akhira stayed still, unmoving, thinking.

That's when she decided to do the most childish thing ever. She whipped around and in a quick movement, grabbed the blanket to cover herself while crawling into a fetus position. Now wrapped in any blankets available, Akhira growled out at those around the bed she was in. Clearly, she wanted to be alone and NOT EAT ANYTHING.