(Okay, bye)
"No longer an issue? He's dead," she asked in surprise he eyes going wide in disbelief "oh no... that means... his sister will come. This is bad."

"Please don't leave," Felicia said once the scent of disinfectant wipes and cleanliness, and grabbed Zev's arm. "I...I am afraid of...of..." She whimpered slightly, and tried to open her eyes to see who brought her here and where exactly she was, but it was still bright. She was vaguely positive that it was Zev since no one else smelled like that, but who knew.

Mark appeared (yay!) next to her. "Um, who's sister? Why is it bad? Oh, is there another battle? I think I'd rather stick with toast for breakfast and a good nights sleep for once." He muttered, thinking over what he said.

(*sigh* There he goes again... Thinking about regular human things that would be better.)

(...Anyone think that 9:30 is a good time for in this rp at the moment?)

(I don't mind what time it is)
"I... well I'll show you," she flips through the pages until she reaches a page, she reads it out load "Falcon, rank 2nd to Beta. She is... well think of Bone but 10x worse. He only weakness which I know of is that she isn't always loyal to Blister, she sometimes does what she wants," she let's out a sigh and closes the book, slipping it and the pencil back into her pocket.

Zev stopped. He turned around and sat by her. It is ok, I will protect you. he whispered. He grabbed her hand. If you want me to stay, I will stay. he said with a smile.

Felicia nodded, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Please. Do." She said. She opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust. Finally, she glanced at Zev. "Oh, it was you." She smiled. She could see again. The light wasn't that bright.

Mark's mind wasn't exactly built for weapons and war, so he shrugged and sighed. "If you find something to get my mind on war, you might want to find it. Otherwise, I'm pretty darn useless in a battle." He frowned at himself, and assured himself that he was of use in his own way, and Mark was pretty glad it wasn't war. Those who had mind sets on war usually picked out battles and started them.

It is. Zev said. He put his arm around her. He knew he couldnt protect her from the current dangers but he would gladly die trying.

Felicia shivered involuntarily as she spotted the nurse. "Um...Maybe I'm feeling better? Go?" She squeaked. For some mostly unknown reasons, she had a phobia of nurses and doctors and any type of medical instrument.

"Yeah... let's not go into what war beasts Blister... my mom has," she said letting out a shiver before stopping.