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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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Even though Mikhail already knew what Black Widows were capable of, it was the first time he saw one working as Faeril did as she headed over to the wooden frame, carefully studying the web she had woven mimicking Mikhail's memories. It was undeniably beautiful, yet he knew very well how powerful that was. After all... To be a healer means not only knowing how to heal, but consequently, also knowing how to kill. That holds true for both healers of the body and the mind. In a way... her web somehow was similar to Mikhail's wires. Delicate and beautiful, yet incredibly lethal. The way her fingers carefully moved, weaving and working... The same way Mikhail's hands moved when preparing an ambush, a trap or simply moving his wires.

Despite the session being already over, Mikhail choose to stay for a bit longer as he observed in silence Faeril carefully working and wrapping the web in a bundle after she was done. Despite her technique and precision, Mikhail could hear on her voice that she was exhausted. Before he could say or do anything though, Faeril dropped like a stone, unconscious as she safely dropped the bundle on the shelf.

The second she started to fall, Mikhail dashed towards, gently catching her before she hit the ground. While her pulse and respiration were still ok, it was obvious that she had surpassed her limits and was incredibly exhausted. On that situation, still holding Faeril on his arms, Mikhail thought about what to do. If he was alone with Faeril and Fatima on that house, it would be much easier, but that wasn't the case. The other males on that house would obviously not like that situation. After a brief moment considering his options, Mikhail turned towards the comfortable bed, the same one he used during the session and gently putting Faeril on it, heading towards the door soon after.

Mikhail walked down the stairs carefully watching his surroundings. It would be incredibly good if the other males were still asleep but that wouldn't happen. He didn't know what would be their reactions when they saw him coming down without Faeril. Counting on Fatima also didn't seem to be that much of a good idea. Despite the woman's sweetness, it was clear that the one who was the owner of that house was Faeril... Finally arriving on the kitchen, Mikhail saw Fatima getting out of it, wearing an apron and with two mugs of hot coffee on her hands. Above the table, the breakfast was carefully prepared, the same Fatima herself had offered to him earlier. Unlike before though, she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by a disturbing number of unknown faces. Upon seeing Fatima with such a warm smile on her face, Mikhail's eyes softened up a bit, but the second he saw the others, his eyes became as cold as they usually were. Piercing eyes that saw through everything. Despite his calm posture, he carefully analyzed the situation, watching for every and any strange movement from the other males that were present. Especially the one with a warblade on his hands.

[color=6ecff6]"Once again, I thank you for the hospitality and the warm welcome, Fatima."[/color] Mikhail said with a small bow and a discreet, but calm and kind smile towards the woman, soon disappearing the second his eyes left her and went to the other warlord prince wielding a blade and the other males currently present.

[color=6ecff6]"Faeril was incredibly exhausted after the session though and fell asleep. I assumed it would be ok to leave her in the bed she used for the session."[/color] Mikhail continued, explaining.

[color=6ecff6]"She is currently sleeping on her workroom."[/color] he finished, still carefully watching the males' reactions and every movement.