Arabella smiled sweetly at Byron as he thanked her for the cookies she had made, she really hoped he would enjoy them as she knew she wasn't the best cook. "I'm going to be like you someday, a soldier," She said gleefully, her father has been grooming her to be a beautiful wife for some wealthy man, but she didn't want that kind of life. She'd much rather see what's outside of the walls or simply watch the streets to see what might be doing something wrong.<br/><br/>She knew the other must be worried now knowing who her father was, as most people because very nervous when it was brought up. "She's in a sweets shop," She pointed a thumb back to a pastel painted wooden shop with its windows lined with jars of sweets and stands of suckers. "Bye then," She said and gave a quick wave of her hand, with that she darted away, dodging the few people who were walking around before she burst into a small candy shop at the corner of the street.A few people glanced at her, noticing the beautiful dress and bright ginger hair and knowing exactly who that young miss was.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Octavian had been very distracted during the day. With the heat beating down his back he was on his knees plucking weeds out of his beautiful batch of white rose bushes. Lost in his thoughts of Byron he pricked his fingers multiple times making large dollops of crimson smear down his fingers as he continued. By the time he was done each finger had a band-aid wrapped around it to prevent dirt from settling in the pricks.<br/><br/>By dusk, the mutant slowly rose to his feet and took a very long shower to clean up the dirt, rocks, pollen, and sweat from his body. He was told many times that having a floral business was easy as could be! Picking flowers and shoving them into pretty vases with beautiful lace ribbons, how hard could it be? Well, maybe if he had workers it would help him but he did nearly everything around the place with the help of his one and only worker. His back ached from being hunched over, knees irritated by kneeling on some pebbles and rough cement. He hoped his pain was worse than Byron's, he wasn't sure if he could stand to see the other so hurt again.<br/><br/>Once he cleaned himself up and put on some clothes he went to Wren who said he would fix the beautiful watch he was given. Walking into the door he saw the man right away and smiled brightly at him. "How're you!" He chirped, entering the little shop and taking one of the stools to sit down. "Did you do it?" He asked in the calmest tone he could muster.