[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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As Renard smiled, Freya gave a contented purr. Her attempt to cheer him up had worked... sort of. This wouldn't solve everything, especially not something of that magnitude. Like her mother had said, it would take a while for everyone to get back on their feet. Still, maybe - hopefully - this was a start. [color=khaki]"Ha! I knew you couldn't resist my ultimate technique!"[/color] she joked, reclining on the steps once more.

[color=khaki]"And it's not that we're praising you too much,"[/color] she continued, [color=khaki]"or more so than anyone else. It's that you're not giving yourself enough credit. Yeah, everyone did their best, but so did you."[/color] A trace of sadness tinged her smile. [i]No, not quite everyone,[/i] she couldn't help thinking. She could have done better. She could have looked where she was going instead of blundering right in, and spared Renard all that physical and mental torment in the first place. Gabby may have mentioned it didn't do to dwell on regrets - which must have resonated with Renard much, much more than intended - but was there really a way not to?

Watching as he headed over to Eira, Freya tensed a little, hoping the icy girl wouldn't bring his mood crashing back down. Instead, her only response was a mutter, a glare and a hasty exit. Pretty mild for Eira at least, Freya noted, although surely a simple thank you in return couldn't be that difficult.

Just as the class' resident ice queen left, three other students made an appearance. Freya sat up, giving an uneasy chuckle as one of them squealed about meeting heroes in the flesh. A kind thing to say, that applied to most people here, and was exactly the encouragement they needed. She, however, wasn't exactly used to hearing such compliments, and living up to such expectations would be no easy feat. 

Beside the bubbly girl, a dark and dreary student was quick to offset the positivity. At the sheer dismissiveness in the horned girl's tone, Freya's back stiffened into a slight arch. Eira's attitude sometimes stirred up uncomfortable memories, but this person's taunts sounded almost exactly like those constantly stuck in the back of Freya's mind. Another student, a timid seeming one with band-aids on her face, whispered to her snarky friend, but did nothing to deter her. More insults followed, the comment about Sofia's departure hitting like a gut punch.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Freya faced the girl, Erika. She wished she could pull off rousing speeches, like Peter or Gabby. Instead, she gave a simple reply. [color=khaki]"They did more than you think. More than they seem to think themselves."[/color]

[hr][center][color=darkviolet][h1]Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch[/h1][/color][/center]
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Kerianne's eyes shifted from Renard to Gabby, then to Breeze. [color=darkviolet]"This is exactly what I meant."[/color] Her tone remained cool, like that of a teacher demonstrating a theory to a class, but her lips still had that small upward curve. There had been truth to her adoptive father's words that day. Once again, she turned to Gabby. [color=darkviolet]"Moral support really is part and parcel of a hero's job."[/color]

At Yi's suggestion, she nodded. [color=darkviolet]"Since there was supposed to be a training lesson anyway, I'm up for some sparring,"[/color] she said, right after Gabby jumped at the chance. [color=darkviolet]"Just, uh, give me a moment."[/color] With that automatic inward shudder that any hint of vulnerability brought on, she headed back to the mat and sat down, sipping from the water bottle. [color=darkviolet]"It's nothing. I just need some water is all."[/color] It had to be as obvious now as it had been a moment ago that she didn't yet feel one hundred per cent, but she wasn't going to do herself another stupid injury. Besides, she'd be fine after a few minutes, which she could spend watching the others. [color=darkviolet]"Breeze, are you in?"[/color]

An excited shout from the doorway drew Kerianne's attention as three students entered. She stood, ready to greet them, only to fold her arms at a comment that contrasted utterly with that of the cheery blue-haired girl. The blonde groaned as, despite the reaction of the third student, negativity kept pouring forth from the girl addressed as Erika.

[color=darkviolet]"Well isn't the mood just going to skyrocket from this,"[/color] Kerianne muttered. At least Erika's attitude wasn't getting to Gabby, who copied the twirling pose of the neon-haired girl, Momo. [color=darkviolet]"Good to meet you though, Momo. And..."[/color] Her gaze settled on the quiet one. [color=darkviolet]"What's your name? Mine's Kerianne, and this is Yi."[/color] She gestured towards her martial artist friend. [color=darkviolet]"Who in fact just suggested a training session."[/color]