"Oh thank god." She whispered, standing and scurrying away, not bothering to wipe the tear away as she stared at her frankensteined hand.

She sighed and started walking slowly back to her cabin, looking uncharacteristically pitiful.

Rome narrowed her eyes and stood up, watching Asta leave. Ethan watched her from the roof, where he was laying on his stomach and swinging his legs above his knees. His chin in his hands. She didn't even let her bandage it. Now I feel bad.

She whistled and Castor flapped out of the forest like a dog, walking at her side curiously. He gently pressed his snout against her face and she pushed him away. "I'm not in the mood, buddy." She scratched Castors chin quietly. But why? "Eh. It isnt that important, lovely." She dropped her hand and continued toward home.

He watched her interact with the dragon. They seemed far more trusting now than they did before. That got him thinking about Zeus. He squinted. Zeus? He sat up and looked around, he slid off the roof, landing on all fours with some bad words as he did so. Dusting himself off. Rome glared at him from the doorway.

She sat outside her house for a bit before grabbing a book from inside. She walked back out and sat with Castor to read (uhhh I dunno random popular book or something). Castor curled his tail around her and hovered his head over her shoulder to read with her. He snorted every now and again, forcing the pages to flutter.

Ethan waved off Rome and walked toward Asta's cabin. Watching carefully as he approached. A book. She didn't seem like that type. "Sorry for leavin' you in there." He said, watching Castor in case he decided to hate Ethan.

Castor glared at Ethan like he, again, would very much like to eat him. He curbed the urge by laying down and grumbling. Asta looked up. "Its alright. I shouldnt have been such a wimp anyway." She shrugged, glancing at her hand, which she had bandaged.

Ello?

Ethan glared back at Castor, scrunching his nose mockingly. He looked back and her and, hesitantly, spoke up. "If that is wimp I don't know what mine is called." He glanced at her hand, she did good doing her own hand.

"Tch. I thought you were supposed to be stoic?" She asked teasingly, looking intently into his eyes. Castor looked back.. and forth.. and back when she didnt break her gaze. He snorted, smoke curling up from his nostrils. Asta sighed. "Uhm- Im sorry. For how I treated Benji. I guess I tend to.. overreact, at times. I hope he can forgive for being- well, an ass."