In Her Waking [Formerly Breathe . . .]

Chapter 25

I tempted my pain the very second I woke up.
Poking on a gauzed wound probably wasn't the best idea.

I writhed as my side squealed in pain.
It'd been a whole two weeks since Mhemrie and Karl's last visit.

I was beginning to wonder if their dealings with Virtue had been fruitful.

During the span of the two weeks, things had happened.

Kadeeja and Araya were attacked. Kadeeja felt angry.

Quilpxe was worried.

For sometime I had begun to think that Karl had ditched us.

He seemed like that sort of character.

Freshening up and taking extra carefulness with my choice of clothing, I headed to Araya's room.

She was still asleep. Probably needed it more than I did.

The mechanism controlling my legs made me go infront of Kah's room and tap the door with my hands.

A disheveled Kadeeja opened the door. Her hair was ruffled beyond recognition and the bags under her pretty eyes suggested she had little or no sleep.

Her expression suggested she could probably punch me on the sides.

"Good morning." I cheerfully greeted.

Her voice sounded hoarse. "Meh."
I smiled and nodded. "Say, you wanna..."

"No." She interpolated and slammed the door in my face.

I sighed and left. The breakfast table was laid and by the time I got there, I was surprised.

There, munching happily on the pieces of food with nothing such as a care in a world was a bright faced Karl.

Sitting at his side was Mhemrie who looked like she was trying her best to conceal the fact that she was picky about her food.

Quilpxe sat at the head of the table, an expressionless look on his face and opposite him was a cute blonde with an highlighted jawline and sharp green eyes.

"Hanna!" Karl drank in my name.

I was in awe. "Two weeks." I stated.

Karl shrugged. "You certainly can't blame us. He was always busy." He pointed an accusing finger at the cute blonde.

"Well I was. Blaming others isn't a very nice thing to do." The blonde Said.

"Hanna, take a seat." Quilpxe offered.
I did.

"Hanna, this is Awre, the advocate of good virtues."

I nodded. "Nice to meet you."
He smiled. "And you."

"Yah right. You've done nothing but play devil's advocate all morning." Father time accused.

"No I have not." Awre denied.
Quilpxe cleared his throat and everyone kept calm.

"So... Awre... are you willing to help?" I asked.

"I'm always willing to help." He smiled.

I was about to say something before he added the last part of his sentence.

"That is if it is in my capacity to."
"Oh." I vocalized.

Mhemrie stylishly put some pieces of egg under her toast. "We need help with a... with a corrupted memory."

Awre's brows were raised high for some seconds before he dropped them and sat still.

"Oh. Well I wished you could have told me sooner. You know I deal with souls that are willing to change... not memories."