[hr][hr][color=#cc66ff][center][h1]Tryke Lockley[/h1][/center][/color][hr][center]Location: The Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]Tryke finished repairing the wall, eyeing Tristan the entire time. Every moment that she'd look away to continue her repair work, she expected something to collide with her head. He seemed to be a bit groggy, as far as she could tell, though she didn't trust herself much more. Two walls, practically in the same location, had to be repaired that day. It was all becoming a blur. As she put the finishing touches on, she glanced over at Tristan. 

[color=cc66ff]"Planning to break anything else today, [i]Your Highness[/i]?"[/color] Tryke commented without thinking. She blinked a bit, realizing what she said, and gulped. [i]Now's a good day to die...right?[/i] 

And then, Tom appeared like a Knight in Shining Armor. Considering herself saved, Tryke mouthed a [i]thank you[/i] over at him, figuring that if Tristan was going to get angry at [i]anyone[/i], it'd be Fisher. The two of them were constantly arguing and yelling. If she was lucky enough, perhaps Tristan would forget her careless comment entirely. Crisna appeared next with a trademark eye roll, before leaving. Seeing her chance, Tryke practically leaped in front of Crisna, her short stature causing her to practically vanish, she hoped, in Tristan's eyes. 

As soon as she made it out of the room, she ran over to the elevator, frantically pressing in her access code in order to get somewhere, anywhere, anyplace that was away from Tristan Debute.