As Thomas flicked through his map and studied for the day agead, a groan could be heard from Artemis' direction as she rolled over. She blinked herself awake, her body aching from pushing it last night.<i>Aching was good though... </i>she told herself. It meant she had worked hard and her body was being tested. Groggily, she pushed herself awake to look at the trainer and a small smile formed on her face.<br/><br/>It warmed her heart to already see him up and by the looks of it studying. In a way they were very similar. He was devouted to his cause of the tournament, just as she was to aiding his quest and protecting.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Morning..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the room materialised around her and came into focus, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Did you sleep well?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she asked, pulling her blankets around her shoulders to keep her warm.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis had a niggling feeling in her, she felt like she should apologise to Thomas for just walking off last night without saying anything. Part of her wanted too, but the other part didn't want to admit to admit she had been training. Just incase the houndour would conveniantly wake and jibe her for being weak. She let out a sigh she had been holding in and reached for a glass of orange juice that been left by her bed. She took a small sip and nursed the glass in her hands, looking down to it. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Sorry... I came to bed so late..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she finally spoke up, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I just needed to get out. I didn't mean to leave you with those trainers, in truth I thought you might follow me, and when you didn't I knew I couldn't come back so soon, and and..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">a barrage of excuses left her mouth as she kept her eyes down looking at her glass. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I just hope you're ok... those trainers know nothing..."</span>