Sinister (girlxgirl)

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"I'm free to go?" 

"Yes, but you are to stay put away from any battles and remain calm. You don't want to alter your heart." said Soraka, handing back her weapons. The healer helped strap them to the assassin's back and gave her each throwing knife to stow on her belt and thighs. Katarina stretched herself before exiting the infirmary and pulled up her collar.

"Oh and Katarina," she said behind her. The Noxian stopped with her hand on the door and waited for a response. "try to stay hidden, and be careful."

With a bow she left and took a breath of fresh air from behind the double doors. Almost a whole week passed by. Three and a half days of her being asleep and all of yesterday stuck in a bed. Her joints cracked, muscles ached and she strained them to even take steps. Katarina twisted her body several times to hopefully release some tension and bent down then back. The halls were empty as she realized this soon after walking again. 

The Noxian held her stomach as it growled so loud it echoed from the walls. Luckily the hallway had no people or else that would have been embarrassing. The only thing she could do right now was grab something to eat then head over to the Freljord side. 

Just as she had thought, the dining hall was empty as well. It was the high afternoon; most of the champions were busy running about the rift or doing other communal things within their own faction's business. Katarina stalked past the large tables and sneaked behind the counters to find some packaged meals. She found two bags of snack food and a water bottle and took it from the drawer shutting it light so that it wouldn't make any noise. She clipped both bags with her fingers and carried the bottle in her other.

Katarina looked around for anyone and proceeded onward moving quickly. She didn't realize who was before her and bumped into with a lot of weight on their shoulders. 

"Hey watch it!" Katarina spat and brushed herself up off the floor. Her food was scattered but was being picked up and handed to by a familiar person. 

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." the man said. The Noxian rolled her eyes at him and spat, "Don't have somewhere else to be?"

Garen laughed. "I should say the same for you. Shouldn't you be in a match annihilating Demacians or something?"

"Easier done than said. I'm on a break."

Katarina snatched her bags and proceeded forward leaving the officer behind. She felt the ground shake just barely and from the corner of her eye saw him jogging up to pace. "Well I guess we're on the same page."

The Noxian stopped and glared into the man's eyes causing him to stop as well. It made him a bit uncomfortable and his cheeks flushed. "What do you want Garen?"

"I just wanted to know how you were doing is all. It's been a while since we've last seen each other off the fields."

"I don't have any such interest to talk to you, Demacian. I will kill you if you don't leave now." she threatened. He was wasting her time and she was not going to tolerate it. 

"I'm not talking to you as an officer or Demacian. This isn't about our enemy factions, Katarina." 

Garen's sincere eyes pierced through Katarina's hard exterior. Of course he was trying to talk to her as an ally, but a few battles he had saved her ass in wasn't going to justify that. Even thought she did owe him for those times long ago. He sat down on a bench near by and scooted a bit to allow her to sit down as well. She sat at the very corner and crossed both legs and arms and looked down to the floor.

"I'm fine."

Garen scoffed and cocked his head. "You don't look very fine. Is there something wrong?"