She didn't really think there was much improvement, but then again, what did she know? She sighed and rested her head on Ocieros' shoulder. "Not that hungry," she replied as he walked around. Exercise always had its way of taking her appetite away, and this time was no different. Of course, defeat and frustration also didn't help her much, either. Ocieros gently let her down and hung up their weapons on the wall. "Just want some water," she said as he headed over to the other room. He nodded and disappeared behind the cloth. She slid down against the wall, eventually sitting. How was he not tired?<br/><br/>Whispers. Her train of thought broke. Harsh, angry whispers. Either talking about Neris or Joed. Neris wasn't quite sure which. It was too dark to read, so she just sat on the bedding, straining her ears, trying to catch any word, waiting for Ocieros to come back. Because Carmine... heh, Carmine wouldn't so much as look at her. It's always been like that, for as long as Neris could remember. Even when Ocieros first went out to war and sent money home, Carmine kept it for herself, even giving some to Joed so he could continue to drink and just stay out of the house, but just somehow completely forgot about looking after Neris. Back then, Neris thought Carmine had just forgotten, but as the years wore on and she got older and Ocieros came back and left again, she started to realize just how much Carmine hated her. She didn't know why either. It was normal, just like being born into these circumstances. Course the books she read painted another picture for her, and told her how life should be, but she hadn't ever really witnessed it for herself.<br/><br/>Ocieros eventually came back, brows furrowed, with some roast and water. "Look, you have to eat something," he said, sitting down next to her and giving her the water. She downed it immediately, stopping when she hit some sediments.<br/><br/>She turned her head away when he tried to offer her the roast. She never had the urge to tell him what foods she preferred. It was just a waste of words. "What were you guys talking about?" she asked quietly, making sure Carmine couldn't hear her. She rarely saw him this upset unless he was talking about Joed. Half of a father, no good drunk, weak willed bastard, the insults Ocieros used kept flying through her mind as she tried to piece together what happened in the room over.