"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow! Ivy!"
"Don't be such a baby!"
"That hurts!"
"So does listening to your whining, but Du don't hear me complaining!"
The brunet pretended not to notice the glare Jace shot her. She slid a pin through the bandage and clipped it closed. "There," Ivara exhaled, "your boo-boo has been fixed."
Jace pulled his leg from her lap and stared at the gauge around his ankle. "It still hurts," he muttered under his breath.
"I already gave Du all the pain meds Du can have right now." Ivara stood from the bett and relocated to the vanity mirror, observing the wreck of her appearance: hair in wild tangles, hemd, shirt rumpled, the hem of her jeans splotched blood. She wrinkled her nose and stuck a tongue out at the reflection.
Ivara moved to the closet and searched through them for a Mehr comfortable change of clothes. The 12-year-old turned her back to the room and she exchanged the disheveled outfit for a purple tank oben, nach oben and cozy sweats.
When in public, Ivara refrained from wearing any short sleeve shirts, short, oder other revealing garb that would expose the marks that covered her body. The violett lines, wrapped around her arms, legs, around her torso, were infinite kobra, cobra encircling her every limb. To Ivara, they were a relic from her past, but they still posed a threat of revealing abilities and identity. For that reason her public daily civvies consisted of long pants, schildkröte necks, and gloves to hide the marks. But as the hidden base provided privacy to all its occupants, the girl never bothered with the extra precautions here.
The atypical silence only occurred to her once she reentered the shared bedroom to find Jace in the same position she had left him in: stretched out on the bed, staring at his hands.
"It'll heal, Jacey," she assured, taking the brush from the bedside tabelle and running it through the Rapunzel – Neu verföhnt mess of her hair.
"Do Du think Seeker's mad at me?" Jace asked softly without lifting his eyes.
"Why would he be mad? Du aren't the one who dropped this bombs on us."
"But I Lost the harpoon. If I had swam faster..."
Ivara sighed and set down the comb, then retook her sitz on the bett beside the other trainee. "Jace, look at me." She waited for him to raise his eye to meet hers. "Seeker won't be angry with you. You're safe, sicher and that's all that matters. Besides, he's too busy being annoyed with Titanium's outburst to care about us right now. Okay?"
Jace nodded, a layer of the dark guilt dissipating, leaving his sage irises a shade lighter.
"And I'll teach Du how to swim better, slowpoke," Ivara added, ruffling his hair. He pulled away with a look of annoyance, but the frivolous irritation was quickly replaced Von an irrepressible grin.
"Hungry?" she asked, and and then when he nodded she abided, "Let's go to the mess, then."
Familiar with the chilly atmosphere of the underground tunnels, they grabbed their jackets from where they had been discarded on the bed. As Ivara pulled hers over her head, an objet dropped onto the comforter.
"What's that?" Jace inquired, reaching for the object to examine it. When he picked it up, he froze and his eyes darkened.
"Jace?" Ivara recognized the look on the psychic's face. "Jace!" She snatched the blue brooch from his hand. The moment the relic left his touch, the distant expression was replaced Von alarm.
"You got this from the wreck?" he asked, the urgency in his voice frightening Ivara. She nodded and was about to explain that she had forgotten all about it after all that had happened, but he cut her off. "Ivy, we need to get this to the Superiors. Now."
"Don't be such a baby!"
"That hurts!"
"So does listening to your whining, but Du don't hear me complaining!"
The brunet pretended not to notice the glare Jace shot her. She slid a pin through the bandage and clipped it closed. "There," Ivara exhaled, "your boo-boo has been fixed."
Jace pulled his leg from her lap and stared at the gauge around his ankle. "It still hurts," he muttered under his breath.
"I already gave Du all the pain meds Du can have right now." Ivara stood from the bett and relocated to the vanity mirror, observing the wreck of her appearance: hair in wild tangles, hemd, shirt rumpled, the hem of her jeans splotched blood. She wrinkled her nose and stuck a tongue out at the reflection.
Ivara moved to the closet and searched through them for a Mehr comfortable change of clothes. The 12-year-old turned her back to the room and she exchanged the disheveled outfit for a purple tank oben, nach oben and cozy sweats.
When in public, Ivara refrained from wearing any short sleeve shirts, short, oder other revealing garb that would expose the marks that covered her body. The violett lines, wrapped around her arms, legs, around her torso, were infinite kobra, cobra encircling her every limb. To Ivara, they were a relic from her past, but they still posed a threat of revealing abilities and identity. For that reason her public daily civvies consisted of long pants, schildkröte necks, and gloves to hide the marks. But as the hidden base provided privacy to all its occupants, the girl never bothered with the extra precautions here.
The atypical silence only occurred to her once she reentered the shared bedroom to find Jace in the same position she had left him in: stretched out on the bed, staring at his hands.
"It'll heal, Jacey," she assured, taking the brush from the bedside tabelle and running it through the Rapunzel – Neu verföhnt mess of her hair.
"Do Du think Seeker's mad at me?" Jace asked softly without lifting his eyes.
"Why would he be mad? Du aren't the one who dropped this bombs on us."
"But I Lost the harpoon. If I had swam faster..."
Ivara sighed and set down the comb, then retook her sitz on the bett beside the other trainee. "Jace, look at me." She waited for him to raise his eye to meet hers. "Seeker won't be angry with you. You're safe, sicher and that's all that matters. Besides, he's too busy being annoyed with Titanium's outburst to care about us right now. Okay?"
Jace nodded, a layer of the dark guilt dissipating, leaving his sage irises a shade lighter.
"And I'll teach Du how to swim better, slowpoke," Ivara added, ruffling his hair. He pulled away with a look of annoyance, but the frivolous irritation was quickly replaced Von an irrepressible grin.
"Hungry?" she asked, and and then when he nodded she abided, "Let's go to the mess, then."
Familiar with the chilly atmosphere of the underground tunnels, they grabbed their jackets from where they had been discarded on the bed. As Ivara pulled hers over her head, an objet dropped onto the comforter.
"What's that?" Jace inquired, reaching for the object to examine it. When he picked it up, he froze and his eyes darkened.
"Jace?" Ivara recognized the look on the psychic's face. "Jace!" She snatched the blue brooch from his hand. The moment the relic left his touch, the distant expression was replaced Von alarm.
"You got this from the wreck?" he asked, the urgency in his voice frightening Ivara. She nodded and was about to explain that she had forgotten all about it after all that had happened, but he cut her off. "Ivy, we need to get this to the Superiors. Now."
