Alyxander didn't glance back at John as he got in trouble; for several reasons. He knew the young man was not happy with him, and spiting another glare would get him further into disobedience. For the moment he didn't wonder why John disliked him so much, and ignored it for the most part. However, he wondered if he should mention Reika; he still was concerned she may be harmed if the matter was not addressed beforehand. Now was not the moment though; later would be better.<span style="font-style: italic">"Drink. This will calm you. We have a lot to discuss."</span>The offer struck him from his thoughts, but he politely shook his head. "I'm fine, sir. Not thirsty."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "A guard, yes. Captain Artimus told me about your bravery and you kept a level head. Do you wish to be a soldier or serve here among my elite?"</span><br/><br/>'Keeping a level head was not easy with John being partnered to me.' Alyx thought, but knew it was obvious. He'd known, though, that losing your temper or your focus in battle was dangerous; if not deadly. "I do not mind either way." He answered after a moment. "I don't enjoy the bloodshed of battle, but those who can fight are needed to fight in times of war. Until then, might I just be a guard?" He didn't mention the elite... mostly because he didn't really know what it was.<br/><br/>Alyx glanced around, looking out the window for a moment. It overlooked the back garden, which was a beautiful sight. He then saw Kate and Reika outside, bundled up warmly and both obviously happy. A smile came to his face; he loved seeing Reika enjoying herself, just being happy and carefree. He didn't want her to be upset or lonely any longer.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Reika willingly helped with the dishes, as it had often been her chore for years past. Other times she had been set for cleaning, or dusting, or some other chores; she was always kept busy, as were all the other slaves and servants. But that time of endless labor was behind her now, and she knew her new life would be simpler; and easier, no doubt.<br/><br/>As the dishes were done, Kate mentioned going outside. Reika followed, smiling. It had been so long since she'd been out in the snow; and even longer since she'd been free to do as she pleased, not doing work. The bitter cold of winter was the worst time to have outside chores. She pulled on a warm coat, gloves, boots, a hat and a scarf before following Kate outside. The sunlight glistened over the snow, make it glisten like crystals covering the ground. "So where are we going?" She asked, though she didn't think Kate heard her as the other girl hurried on ahead. Her answer came soon enough though, as they got to a igloo or snow house of some kind. It was quite big, and Reika wondered how it could have been made. She crawled in after Kate, looking around at all the drawing and writing on the walls.<span style="font-style: italic">"Draw a picture or make your make any where you want. It is tradition for all members of the family to make their mark in the snow house."</span>The girl took the stick and found an empty spot, pausing for a moment. Once she had an idea, she wrote drew it out. As she pulled back, her eyes glanced over what she had written; "Reika Antoinette" It had been a while since she had drawn her full name, but after all these years she had held onto her last name, hoping to find her family again.