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[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien's back was to the girl. Ugh! It's like bringing home a lost puppy. He took his sword and a sharpening stone and began sharpening his long, broad sword.

[Iilyda]

Aine watched the sparks fly off of the boy's sword as he sharpened it on his whetstone. She could feel the displeasure flowing off from him, and was certain it was directed at her. She shrunk into herself, scrunching closer to the wall, and farther away from him. With every strike of metal against stone, she flinched compulsively. Her stomach did not feel full, but she was to fearful to go back for another loaf.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien felt the girl move away. He stopped mid stroke of his stone. He glanced at her over his shoulder. He put his stone back in his back and stood up. He left his sword where it lay. He walked back to the table and grabbed 2 loaves of bread. He walked back and threw one to her and kept one for himself.

[Iilyda]

Aine blinked in surprise when she was thrown the loaf, but caught it. "Thank you..." she managed to mumble under her breath, before breaking off pieces of the new loaf and shoving it down her gullet. She ate slower this time, actually savoring the taste. She wasn't used to acting polite, or using manners. She was used to getting out of other people's way. She ran her hands over her bare legs, pulling down her over-sized tunic. Like always, she wished for a pair of breeches, but she pulled her cloak tighter around her instead. She glanced over at the boy, and then looked away awkwardly.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien sat with his back to the dirt wall. His eyes were closed as he ate his bread. He felt the girl look at him.

[Iilyda]

Once Aine had finished the bread, and was feeling full for the first time in days, she sat with her hands in her lap, fiddling with her knife. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. It was at this time that Aine would usually duck out and make a quick getaway. She didn't stay in anyone's company long. She looked at the boy again nervously, wondering if he would notice if she slipped away while his eyes were closed. Her Grace told her he was aware of her.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien finished his bread. He sighed happily. He put his hands behind his hand, and opened one eye slightly.

[Iilyda]

Aine decided to leave anyway, whether he was aware of her or not. He certainly didn't seem to want her around; why he'd brought her with him in the first place was still a mystery to her. She levered herself slowly up onto her long, bony legs, shaking slightly, and began to quietly walk away.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

(Sorry meant head)

Damien open his other eye and watched her. Hope she knows how to get out of here...those tunnels are sure confusing

[Iilyda]

Aine began to weave through the twisting tunnels, looking for landmarks to guide her back to the ladder. She rounded the bend, preparing to grab onto the first rung, and came face to face with a dead end. She placed the palm of her hand against the cold wall. She turned around and began going another way, twisting and turning along the dark passageways. Another dead end. Again and again, she felt herself coming close to the ladder, only to find another dark wall. She began moving faster, sprinting, up until the point where even breathing became laborious. She thought of her father, and what would happen if she didn't return home before he woke up. She began hyperventilating, racing through the dark tunnels. Finally she couldn't take the stress anymore, and sat down on the cold, hard ground, trying to catch her breath.