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located in Alfheim, a part of Deliverance, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro
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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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Cress knelt beside Aya, "No one's going to hurt you, not anymore. I won't let them," Cress shook her head. It was clear Aya was in pain, from the way she was leaning against the couch. Her arms were limp as well, had they been broken? Fury welled up inside of her. If Cress ever met that horrible man that dared to call himself a Father, she would... she would... well, she didn't know what she would do. She gave Aya's hand a gentle squeeze, "You can be whatever you want Aya. You can be a knight, you can be an Untouchable, heck, you could just marry a monarch and never have to lift a finger again." Cress grinned, "because we're going to break the system. You're going to be the best knight there is." Cress had seen injustice in this world and she intended to correct it.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this. I shouldn't have let you go back, I knew better, but I let you go anyway and now look at you." She was hurt, badly. Could Corren fix this? He had mended Cress's arm in a matter of seconds, surely this wouldn't be too bad for him? "Corren is going to fix you and then we're going to make this right." Cress rose, straightening. "Now, Itward, I need a favor. I want you to buy plants, lots of them. I can't stand the sterility of this place," he blinked, seeming rather incredulous. "Plants?" He asked, but made note of it. "Just flowers or...?" She shook her head in response, "Flowers, vegetables, whatever you can get your hands on."

"Alright, I'll tell my assistant to buy them." He picked up his holo phone, sending off a message probably. Cress turned back to Aya, "Are you hungry? I know it's getting late, you probably just want to sleep." They needed Corren to get here first and look at her. Cress's own stomach growled, she had taken a long nap after all and hadn't touched her lunch. "I'm gonna make something to eat," she rolled up her sleeves, hoping that this house came supplied with pants and tee shirts, rather than frilly dresses. Itward had already fully stocked the kitchen and while Cress was cooking, Heron burst inside, dragging Corren in with her. "Heron, you can't just bring whoever you want here!" Itward fumed, although he already knew his sister was going to get her. "It's fine, Corren already knows." She waved Itward's anger off, offering them something to eat.

"Oh my," Corren knelt beside Aya, examining her wounds. "You do know what this means Aya, right? Lots of the Mend-X," he would start with her arms, "I'm going to give you a mild sedative as well, since the fractured ribs might have punctured a lung, this way I can take pictures without you squirming." It sounded like Aya was in pretty terrible shape. Cress swallowed hard, regret eating at her. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have let her go home." Her hands balled into fists, Heron placed a hand on Cress's shoulder. "It's not your fault, she wanted to go home, remember? Who knew it was this bad?"