John: "no dont heal me, i dont like the feel of magic." i back away from her as she tries to heal me.

Yasa: i stop reading. Alex was asleep and would must likely stay that way for a day or two. i walk down the stairs. "well this is new." i walk to the boy. "i am Yasa Gregovich."

John: i cough. "John."

Yasa: i pick up the boy and lay him by the fire. i grab the med kit and begin to stitch him. "you are very brave."

John: "thank you."

Claradon: "Tory, i did not mean to be so mean." i look down.

Blizzard: "ok" i felt a little offended but i couldnt blame him

Tory: "n-no it was me not you" i say shyly, scared to look up at him "i-im sorry" i say shyly, putting my arm behind my back to hide my burn and knuckles

Claradon: i lean to her. "i can never stay mad at your for to long."

John: "nice place you got." i lay down ad he fixes my stomach.

Yasa: "thank you but it is not my home but Claradon's. how are you John?"

Jonh: "12."

Yasa: "i have a son that is 14." i sile

Tory: "i cant stay mad at you long either or anything at you" i lean in kissing him and bring my arm out to wrap it around his neck/shoulder but pull back forgetting about the burn and how my knuckles look, i put i hide them behind my back again, and look into his eyes and smile, shyly

Claradon: "it is ok i did the same to my hand." i show her my hand. my knuckles where black and blue.

John: "thank you for letting me stay here."

Yasa: "your very welcome. i would let you have a room but i dont think i want anyone up stairs at the moment."

John: "how come?"

Yasa: "Alex my son is very sick."

Tory: i bring my hand out to show him my burn and bruised knuckles, i take his hand looking at it and lean on the door frame, look up at him, looking into his deep green eyes "i love you" i say shyly, happy he wasnt mad at me

Claradon: " i love you too." i lean in and Kiss her.

John: "they sure do love each other."

Yasa: "yes they do." i help him to his feet. "now you are going to have to lay down and be on a strict liquid diet for the next few day hear?"

John: "yes, dad...." i put a hand on my mouth. "i am sorry i did not mean to call you dad."

Yasa: i smile. two sons was better than one. "it is fine. you can sleep on the couch. is that fine or do you want a bed?"

John: "that is fine."

Yasa: "no you need a bed. follow me." i take him to my room." there are some clothes that may fit in the drawer. sleep well. if you need any thing just call." i leave the room. "so would you two like a son, or did you want to go up stairs and by the way you are acting..." i laugh.

Claradon: "i get no we need tie before we get to a baby."

Tory: i laugh, pushing Claradon lightly in the chest and go inside "and your the one to be talking" i say to Yasa shyly, laughing and sit on the couch by the fire

Blizzard: i curl up on the floor, falling asleep

Claradon: i sit next her. "do you want to talk baby?" just putting it out there.

Yasa: i fall to the floor laughing.

Tory: i smile shyly, feeling a little embarrassed, i feel my cheeks get warm and i knew they were red, i take a pillow on the couch and throw it at Yasa and put my head on Claradon's shoulder, smiling