If Death meant I liked you

C5

It took Mavin a few hours to awaken. Y'shtera and Union took to a few things to pass the time. A new set of games a lot of the younger children recently started playing; handgames, they called them. For the obvious usage of playing with just your hands. After having been taught by Union, what felt like never-ending amusement and at least a hundred games of "sticks" and "rock, paper scissors", A soft yawn came from the top end of the bed.

Both turned their heads to look at Marin, and her now shocked expression.

"Good mor- " Urion started with a wide grin, but was cut off by Marin who started screaming as if she was being murdered. Both rushed to cover their ears in a feeble attempt to muffle the sound.

The door to Y'sh's room slammed open and Ser Crial stomped in, Mavin's incessantly screaming.

"Who's this and what is going on!" Ser Crial boomed, barely audible over Marin's screaming.

"Someone please get her to stop!" Union whined.

Y'sh crawled to the other end of the bend, slapping her palm over Mavin's mouth, muffling the sound a bit.

"Please. Stop" Y'sh leaned down and whispered in her ear. Trying to take on a gentle tone but not succeeding that well.

The girl stopped screaming, warm droplets of water fell on to Yshtera's hand. She alarmingly whipped around to look at Urion, who was much better at dealing with distressed people.

Urion tsked at Y'sh, joining the girls at the head of the bed. They laid against the headboard and pulled Marin against their chest, caressing her hair and whispering soothing words to Mavin. Y'sh sat there staring in awe as Urion soon calmed her down. Something she'd never admit to, but was envious of.

A deep cough came from the entrance of the room, reminding everyone that the guild leader was still in the room.

" Will someone please bother to tell me what in the dragons name has happened?" Ser Crial asked exasperately.

"She screamed. Urion helping." Y'sh said smugly, stating the obvious. Making an obvious show of gesturing to the two who were essentially cuddling.

"Y'shtera, I-. Tell what happened before this?" Ser Crial asked, pleading with his eyes

"No." Ser Crial sucked in breath, obviously stressed. Y'sh was honestly enjoying this, petty revenge for practically forbidding her from leaving her room

" At least tell me you didn't let Urion bring a new girl here "

"No." Ser Crial heaved with relief.

"Okay. Then... who is this?"

" mavin" Y'sh responded

"Any Last name?" Y'sh just shrugged in response. Ser Crial facepalmed, his sharpest weapon was indeed not always his brightest.

"Yshtera. At last tell me. She isn't a -" he trailed off, Eyes darting between Y'sh and the puffy, wide-eyed girl.

"She is."

"Y'shtera!" "wait, what?!" Ser Crial and Urion exclaimed at the same time.

"You know what. I will... pretend I did not hear that. I don't have time to deal with this today" Ser Crial looked like he wanted to give up on them both, and he normally did.

"You two. Look after her until she's calmed. Escort her out. Then find me. I'll deal with you two later... once there no longer is a child who looks like she's going to burst into tears at my every word." Ser Crial nodded his head towards Mavin, who's eyes were glossing over again.

Y'sh stared at her in confusion. She didn't understand emotions that well, she felt them, just didn't know what they meant.

Ser Crial left the room, glancing over his shoulder in a double take over the three kids, before.