Arete looked down at the ground, then silently stalked to her feet, taking the bundle. She left quietly. Fine. She'd exile herself. It wasn't like she'd wanted the second bottle of liquor. Shivering, she wandered towards her mountain, tears filling her eyes at his rebuke. Shaking, she set the herbal medicine on the table in her mountain, then wrapped a robe around her shoulders. She left her own little place in silence, flying farther and farther. After several long hours of traveling, she settled onto a rock, outside of the territories of the dragons. She settled into an empty cave, tears filling her eyes. "I can't even do a delivery job right," she sighed to herself, hearing her father lecturing her in her head. "Yes, I know I should just curl up and die. I know I'm a worthless stubborn idiot," she replied back in a sharp scream. Then she sank to the ground, staring into a pool of water. Tears filled her eyes and she curled up against the wall, weeping softly. After a little while, she cried herself to sleep. She wouldn't stir for the next two days, steadily starving herself to death.<br/><br/>Finally, Arete roused herself from her silent rest. She flew home. In an angered rage she destroyed what little home she'd had, then fell into a crying mess in the center of her kitchen floor. Finally, she looked up and noted Satoshi's medicine there. Even when he was punishing her, he was still nice. With a sigh, she walked over and took it, then flew off to the caves. She silently took her medicine. After a few more days, she'd regained her strength. She placed a vial on the kitchen table, poison. She never wanted to have to be ordered around again, let alone take this medicine. Still... It'd be nice to see him and at least ask if he'd enjoyed the liquor. So, she silently slipped the vial into her satchel. She flew past her ruined home. She flew all the way back to Satoshi's place. Then she silently waited outside. She'd say goodbye and that would be that. They didn't need her. No one needed her. She was just a sick, tired, beaten hag. With that, she lowered her head, waiting with tears in her eyes. She could walk. She was sick, but her medicine made her okay. Tears filled her eyes. She hated it. Satoshi was right. She was a disappointment.