Reika hesitantly did as she was asked, though not answering the second part of the question right away. She unfastened her cloak and slipped off the little armor she had on, then the thin leather leggings and blouse. The clothes made it obvious that she wasn't of high standings nor rank, her armor quite pitiful really. Scars marred her skin, obviously not fresh; healed over but not completely, like Alyxander's. Still, Reika kept her gaze diverted. Even after all of this, she really didn't answer the question about her name.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Do you have magical items?"</span><br/><br/>Reika shook her head. She didn't have a weapon anymore; her sword had remained forgotten in the clearing where she and Alyx had fought. In all honesty, the girl knew next to nothing about magic itself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Why are you fighting?"</span><br/><br/>"Because I was told to." She answered softly, being honest. "Had I the choice, never would I have fought." Reika winced as Kate cleaned her wounds, though there were many minor ones and relatively none that were bad. She had managed to get off without more than a few nicks, and hadn't killed anyone. The blade of her sword had been as clean as it had been when it was first made. She couldn't stand the idea of killing, but if she hadn't fought, she would have been killed herself. It had been her only purpose; to be trained as a puppet, to be a pawn in this game. When she didn't return to Draco with the rest of the retreating army, no one would mourn.<br/><br/>As Kate left, Reika watched her warily. The girl seemed gentle and kindhearted. Never once did she make any attempt to harm her. Nor had she really been questioned either. She was left wondering what would be her fate after all of this kindness dries up.<br/><br/>Alyxander had put some salve on his wounds, though most were nothing more than minor scratches. The potion that Kate had given him had also been used as well, especially on the cut on his shoulder; which was the worst of them all, but not extremely deep. He glanced up as he heard Kate's voice, managing a small smile. "I am fine, really. Many got much worse scars than I." He answered. "And those who have deserve the attention more so than I. You know I heal quickly." He took the clean shirt gratefully, and smiled a bit more as he heard what she'd said. "As did I." He answered softly. Alyx saw Nate return with food for him and Reika, looking back to Kate. "After I finish, may I have a word? There is something I must tell you." He whispered discretely, hoping she could hear him. "Do not fear, it is no bad news."