[i]"Refreshment"[/i] Café, Septum --- Eyelids tentatively flickering open once again, Saber looked up at the shadowed figure looming over her. She could feel this person's warmth, just as clearly as she could feel the power linking the two of them together. With a blush, Saber closed her eyes once again and stoppe to gather her thoughts. Her body felt...warm, and filled to the brim with a sluggish, sickly feeling. In the back of her head, she could feel two sorts of prickling, one coming from the outside and another from the inside. This presence was...a Servant! "M-Master...I can feel...another Servant." Breathing heavily, Saber struggled to lift herself from her Master's lap- Before a hand placed itself on her shoulder, keeping her down. "I know. I can feel it too," Beatrice began in a tired tone as she took a sip from her drink, "All things considered between you and me, I think we're going to give this one a miss." Irritation was clear in the woman's tone; and as before, it was easy enough to assume that irritation was directed towards Saber. Beatrice's body language did nothing to disprove it; it was blank as she just sat there with Saber's head on her lap, slowly working her way through her drink. Saber let herself rest back on Beatrice's lap, looking up at her Master's face with a distinctly disheartened expression on her face. Her thoughts were bothering her, so when she spoke, her voice was tentative and filled with doubt... "Master...are you angry with me?" As Saber spoke, Beatrice seemed to pause, her expression unchanging as she thought to herself. "Maybe a little," She answered honestly after a lull of about ten seconds, putting her drink down and pausing again before continuing with- "But that isn't entirely fair. Or accurate." Again, she paused. Evidently she was tired, and she was even more evidently having trouble putting her thoughts into words. "Saber... Do you know why I joined this war?" "No, Master. Was it because you had some wish you needed to be granted?" "Not even that. I just joined because I wanted to fight. In all honesty, I haven't got a bloody clue what to wish for if I- if we win." Saber frowned a little, closing her eyes to think for a moment. Soon after, she opened them again and frowned "Master, I am sure that when we win, you will be able to think of something." "I'm not worried about the wish, Saber," Beatrice interjected, perhaps a little more sharply than she needed to- which she seemed to realize as she hesitated for a moment. "Look, like I was saying- I came to this War to fight. The wish hardly even matters to me, to be honest. All I want is to fight other Magi that the silly cup judged as worthy and watch ancient heroes collide in battle. When I summoned you, something went wrong, and you ended up like you are now. Weakened, unable to fight or hold your own against other Servants- so yeah, I guess I'm angry at you." Beatrice sighed, suddenly avoiding eye contact with Saber. "But that's the way of thinking that's got people killed in the past. Thinking that'll get us killed. Whatever happened with your summoning, it had to have been my fault. That much is obvious. I'm angry at myself more than I am at you. You didn't ask to be summoned, it wasn't your choice to be crippled- The least I can do is make sure you're safe until you recover. We're in this together, now, and we're going to have to work the best we can as a team if we're going to live long enough to fight for real." It was an honest outpouring of emotion; and afterwards, Beatrice fell silent, slumping forwards onto the table whilst still avoiding eye contact with Saber. Suddenly, Beatrice felt a soft, warm hand against her cheek. "Master...?" Saber waited for her Master to look at her. "You haven't ordered anything yet, right?" Beatrice suddenly asked, evidently embarrassed and still avoiding eye contact with Saber as she made a blatant attempt at changing the subject, "You should probably get something warm inside of you." Saber laughed weakly upon noticing her Master's embarrassment, and calmly stated- "I don't think I can move." "... Fuck it, I'll feed you if I have to. And carry you back," Beatrice grumbled with a sigh towards her hopeless little Saber, "You want some hot chocolate, or something?" "...Yes please."