[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center] [hr] [@Zaphander] [@Nyahahameha] [@Heartfillia] Hearing someone approach, Freya raised her head to see Peter, as well as Gabby behind a garden's worth of flowers in her arms. [color=khaki]"Hey..."[/color] She reached out, wincing slightly as her forearm ached from the previous day's shock, and returned the hug. She needed comfort, more than she deserved it, and hoped she could provide it to at least some people. Even if she'd failed just now. The thought made her blink back tears, which spilled anyway as a shuddering sob ran through Peter. Despite how much of a wreck she felt, she put on a smile when he expressed relief. [color=khaki]"Thank god the two of you are,"[/color] she replied. As she and her friend unwrapped their arms from each other, she forced a weak laugh. [color=khaki]"Yep, don't worry, I've still got eight lives left,"[/color] she joked, hoping to cheer her classmates up at least a little, not drag them down further. Such hopes faded when she spotted Renard limping along the hallways. That stab of guilt came back full force. Would he be mad at her, avoid her? Instead of turning away like she expected, he gripped the railing and made his way towards the group. [color=khaki]"Renard?"[/color] Freya inched forward, catlike eyes widening. Would he ignore her? Was he just here for the others? If so, she wouldn't hold it against him. Nonetheless, she took a deep, shaking breath, and addressed him. [color=khaki]"About just now... I'm sorry."[/color] For a moment, she lapsed into silence, before continuing in a whisper. [color=khaki]"It wasn't your fault."[/color] He needed to see he wasn't to blame. Neither for her stupid reaction, nor for the accident yesterday that had led to it. She was, for having put him in that situation. Her sister's words echoed in her head. [i][color=sandybrown]Told you - you don't have what it takes.[/color][/i] How could help society if she couldn't even help a friend? [hr][center][color=darkviolet][h1]Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch[/h1][/color][/center] [hr] [@Zaphander] [@Nyahahameha] [@Heartfillia] Kerianne had thought it couldn't get much worse than missing the combat simulation. She'd been wrong. [color=darkviolet]"I knew I should have been there,"[/color] she muttered into the phone as she strode down the hospital hallway, squinting as the lights brought on that lingering trace of a headache. She almost wished her adoptive father were here to manipulate them, dim them a fraction, but she refused to impose on anyone. The concussion had been her own fault, after all. [color=darkviolet]"Seriously, I'm pretty much fine now. But the others... I'll be here a while. I need to see them."[/color] A sigh came down the phone. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Look, Keri, there's no need to beat yourself up,"[/color] the older, male voice said. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Yes, I know Elaine and I warned you about overtraining, but... that's just it. That's all part of teaching people to use Quirks responsibly. Please give yourself a break from time to time, nobody was asking you to go through with the test just a few days after a fall."[/color] [i]A fall that only happened because I went and pushed too hard to prepare for that very test,[/i] Kerianne scolded herself. And she'd thought her days of skipping school were over. [i]Ohh the irony.[/i] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Besides,"[/color] Alex continued, voice solemn. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Trust me, you really didn't want to be there. I can't tell you how glad I am you weren't."[/color] Kerianne's fingers clenched around the device. [color=darkviolet]"It was that bad, huh?"[/color] Her eyes shifted this way and that, full of concern, as she looked for her classmates. The welling nausea probably had nothing to do with the head injury. [color=darkviolet]"I just hope they're ok..."[/color] Her guardian's words brought some comfort. [color=darkgoldenrod]"You know, people don't get onto the course for nothing. I'm sure they'll support each other through this. That's what real heroes do."[/color] The tiniest smile tugged at Kerianne's lips. [color=darkviolet]"Yeah. I-I'll get back to you afterwards, about everything."[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Please do, including about how you are."[/color] There it was again, that insistence. As annoying as it could be, it was nice to have people care about her, like her birth family had. [color=darkgoldenrod]"That's important too."[/color] The checkup wasn't even the main reason for her visit, he knew that, but she reassured him nonetheless. [color=darkviolet]"Don't worry, I will,"[/color] she said, heading in the direction of several voices. [color=darkviolet]"Well, talk to you later... And thanks."[/color] She pocketed her phone, a bag swinging in her other hand as her steps clacked faster against the tiles. Spotting the group, up and about despite their battered state, she gave a sigh of relief. [color=darkviolet]"There you are,"[/color] she breathed, hurrying over to them. [color=darkviolet]"I heard about what happened... I'm sorry I wasn't there with you."[/color] The words, although she kept her tone calm and steady, came out hushed. [color=darkviolet]"Just thought this would be something, at least."[/color] She reached into the bag, pulling out several handmade get well cards and passing one to each person. Art therapy may have been something she'd once scoffed at, but it had proven surprisingly helpful. She could only hope such gestures would prove just as beneficial to others, although merely handing out cards was nowhere near enough. She swept her gaze around the area for any more classmates, then looked to each student present with a worried frown. [color=darkviolet]"You're all going to be alright, aren't you?"[/color] she asked. [color=darkviolet]"And the others... Are they?"[/color]