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"Yeah, you're right. Let's all make sure those memories remain positive, like this one," Cynthian said, smiling as her flowers released a tangy scent. She was glad to have Owen as a friend. <><>><><>>>>><>

Cynthian smiled bitterly, but her heart lightened a bit at those words. Treasured memories, indeed, that's what they were. "Thanks Owen, I feel better now," Cynthian said with a huff. She glanced at him and noticed he still had wounds left. "If you want, I can heal the rest of those for you."...

"But I don't really have any friends back at home... or at least none I think still consider me as one." Cynthian heaved a sigh. She glanced at Owen who still covered in wounds. So, she conjured up a small bubble of water. She splashed it onto him and watched some of Owen's wounds begin to heal...

Cynthian's mouth hung open. Owen's words rendered her speechless, and she couldn't think of anything to immediately say in response to them. She curled herself up further and stared at the ground. "What I just said must've sounded really dumb to you, huh?" Cynthian wanted to ask him more about...

"Crafted into a weapon? Were you raised in a military obsessed family then? Sounds a bit rough, I met a mienfoo like that once." Cynthian said with widened eyes. "That's not really the kind of thing I'd want, maybe. How do I even put this..." She took a deep breath and leaned against Owen. "I...

"You're kind Owen, but you don't have to tell me what I want to hear just to cheer me up. I already know the truth. I'll always be left behind if I'm weak. Nora already left me behind that evening, all because I was no help at all when we went into that dungeon... Why am I even bringing her up...

Cynthian registered the red charmeleon approaching from her periphery. She was one step away from aiming her next attack at him, but the faint smell of blood made her hesitate. The realization of someone wounded nearby made her want to drop what she was doing and help them, but then she turned...

"I said I'm fine. This has nothing to do with you..." Cynthian mumbled to herself as she turned away from Owen. Her mind was quick to ignore his presence. Her spikes continued to glow purple, and she fired two more solar beams at the dummies, decimating them. Each shot she fired made her feel...

"Fought my hardest... I was absolutely beaten down without being able to do anything, and Icetales was forced to forfeit because of me." A bit of frigid mint filled the air around her briefly, but the peppermint fragrance overwhelmed it as she scowled. "If my hardest effort is being helpless...

"Yeah, I know, Owen," Cynthian said curtly, and the peppermint scent in the room grew even stronger. She raised a flower, gathering light in front of it, and aimed at the dummy with scorch marks. The memory of her solar beam bouncing off Starr's shield flashed in her mind, then her aim fell...

By the time Owen arrived, the room had been filled with a strong fragrance of peppermint mixed with lemons. Cynthian herself stood in the middle of three dummies with purplish goop covering them, and one more with faint scorch marks. Cynthian swerved her face over her shoulder to look at him...

Shortly after parting ways with Icetales, Cynthian strolled her way back to one of the training rooms. Watching the outcome of that last battle in the colosseum, oh how brilliant Brisa, Owen and Starr had looked. If only she could be like them. Cynthian grit her teeth and called upon the faux...

Cynthian's cheeks brightened a rose red and she scurried and climb up Icetales' mane. "Thank you, Icetales," she said, giggling as she buried half her body in the fur. With that done, they left the training rooms and returned to their comrades. <><><><><>

"Oh, no, no, it's in pristine condition! If I do say so myself," Cynthian said with a nervous chuckle. "You know, it's quite comfortable there, in your mane," she said, being as indirect as possible. "And fluffy too."

"Oh, yes for sure. I want to watch Starr fight more, and Brisa too!" Cynthian said with a chuckle. When they were about to leave, Cynthian stood there staring at Icetales expectantly. She wanted to climb up into his mane again, but felt too embarrassed to ask.

"Stronger... together..." Those words made Cynthian's heart flutter, and she couldn't help but smile through her glistening eyes. She turned around and walked back to Icetales, making eye contact with him for the first time in that conversation. "You know... I was really happy when you asked...

"You'd have probably done better if you were paired up with someone else. Last time I paired up with Brisa to spar with Astrid and Cabot, we lost too. Even back then, I was no help at all," Cynthian said, breaking away from him and walking a few steps away. She wiped her face with her back...

Cynthian looked down, remorseful. Icetales had to forfeit, because she wasn't there to help him. She walked up to him and hugged his leg. "I'm sorry... I was supposed to be the sword while you were the shield, but what good is a sword that doesn't even hit anything," Cynthian said, holding her...

It didn't take long for Cynthian to get discharged from the clinic. She healed most of her own wounds after being given a reviver, though the nurse still ran a check up on her. After that, she walked out the door grimacing. "Yeah... And I'm fine now," she said, rubbing her other arm while...