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[center][i]September 10, 1914[/i][/center]
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Any kind of injury was always a pain. Whether in war or not, being hurt with nothing to sooth the pain was very bothersome. Normally, Reyna would have had at least some kind of medicine on hand for this much pain, but the circumstances simply did not allow for such luxuries. After their engagement with the Imperials, Reyna did not come out unscathed. However, compared to others such as Michael her injuries paled in comparison, making her feel stupid for worrying about the paper-cuts she received in comparison. A few field dressings were able to stop the bleeding at least.

As they walked through the city, Reyna looked at her hands and bit her lip as the reality of the situation sunk in. She killed a man. A man that was perhaps just as innocent as the rest of them. Regardless, she committed that action and she could never take it away. The worst part of it was....just how easy the acts themselves were. It was difficult on the mind to take the life of another human being, but the actions that took that life were so simple. 

She snapped back to reality from those thoughts when they were told to get into a building, which had better protection than out in the streets, as ruined as it was. Still....Reyna could not imagine living in such a place like a rat scurrying about. At best, it looked very uncomfortable and certainly was not the mansion she grew up in. She was definitely going to have a difficult time to sleep in this place. 

Moving inside, Reyna noticed Isaac having a talk with Jean who earlier, she knew, had another emotional breakdown. The last fight was very stressful, and she felt like she'd have possibly broke down afterwards. However it was his charge and willpower during that fight that counted, not the aftermath they all suffered. Satisfied that someone was checking up on Jean at least, Reyna attempted to get some sleep, curling up somewhere on the floor. It was no use, though, as hours passed on the uncomfortable floor. Reyna could barely tolerate army cots, let alone the cold floor that they were sleeping on. 

Eventually, Reyna had enough and, after making sure everyone else was for the most part ok with a scan of the room went outside to check on Jean. Diana was crying in her sleep, she noted, but she didn't dare try to wake her up to check on her. That could end badly after all. Moving on outside, Reyna had nothing to say and a foggy mind and the pain of her minor injuries making her slightly wince as she walk. But, she may be able to at least get Jean a nap. After all, it would be unwise to pull the entire night watch without someone filling in.

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