Every kiss Auxana had given to her was important, even the ones that she didn't want. Every single moment of her life was something she kept close to her. All of her experiences were things that she felt were necessary to be who she is today. She survived just as much because of the bad things as the good things. This kiss with havoc was special, as were all of her kisses. Every kiss she had reciprocated was because she had wanted a special memory with someone. There was something different about the kiss with Havoc. She thought about it for what seemed like a long time, but it was only for a few seconds. What did that kiss mean to her exactly? This was always Auxana's problem, there were times that even she could not fully explain to herself why she had done an action. She knew that it had a bit to do with how much she wanted Havoc to know that she cared, but even though there were reasons beyond that, Auxana found herself struggling to grasp them. She had put much more importance on this kiss than she had even given others, but why? That thought span wildly in her mind. She would need more time to grasp it.<br/><br/>She smiled at Havoc as he rambled but, she was just confused. She found it cute, and it made her want to let out a bubbly laugh, but something had stopped her. She felt weirdly guilty, it wasn't a feeling that she had often felt. Then he fell asleep and she mouthed "Sorry." After a deep breath she got up. She needed to think or maybe she needed not to think. She could barely tell what was going on inside of her own head. She snapped her finger and the green fractal like magic clung to her skin as it always did. Both her mind and body felt sluggish, and this was the only way that she knew to fix that. But... she needed a sword or at the very least a long stick. She knew that they were close to where she threw off her cast. She bolted around searching for it, she almost felt naked without a sword, though it wasn't her only lifeline, she was good with close quarters combat as well.<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment when she found the sword kneeling next to it. Her large ice blue eyes stared at it. For some weird reason she was hesitant, but she picked it up. She hated how light it was, she liked the feeling of a heavy sword it was like it tied her down and kept her from killing herself when fighting. She just let its weight sink in for a tiny bit. It was strangely relaxing to throw slow strikes to get a feel for a specific sword. Training had become something of a second nature. Her mind tended to wander as she did her stretching, running and strength building exercises. It was the only time she could think because as soon as she picks up any sword her mind instantly switches to battle mode. Running was such an ease especially. Her mind wandered, directly to Havoc. How did she feel about him? That was the main question on her mind. No matter how hard she thought about it, nothing really could quantify her feelings. She kept exercising, with question but no answers.<br/><br/>She went to pick up the sword again and something clicked in her mind. She felt relatively similar feeling about him as she did to her light blue great sword that she had used to have. She didn't want to spend anytime away from her sword. That was how she felt about Havoc, she wanted to just be by his side forever. She smiled grabbing the long sword and running back near the camp so that if he woke up he'd see her. Then she started to train with her sword. At first it was simple stabs and slashes, but then she took up her signature stance with her sword towards her back and her off hand in a ready to strike position. What followed was a beautiful dance of blows. Her style  seemed to be very momentum and movement based. She'd jump and spin in all directions, it was like a deadly ballet. She weaved punches and parries into her dance. It was like she was fighting a swordsman that wasn't there. This feeling of bloodrush was incredible for her. She no longer felt sluggish. She was happy that she had figured out her feelings and that she was finally well again. She trained for the next few hours and then sat down evening out her magic. This was another ritual that kept her alive, making sure that her plentiful amounts of magic were as controllable as possible. To anyone else it would look like she was meditating.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>"Alcohol isn't what its made out to be i assure you, to me it was more of a way to get someone to buy for more or to sell for less, a bartering trick if you will." She smiled but it quickly curled into a frown as she watched him think. "You have to be, huh?" She sighed "Even if i don't believe you i wont press you, i don't want to make this situation worse, but i'm fine with you burdening me, i need burdens they tell me that i am alive." If she could help Kryban it didn't matter how much it burdened her, she owed him a lot in her eyes. It was more than that however, she saw something in him that made her want him to be happy. He was the most genuine person she had met. He wore everything on his sleeve, and he was still kind. Norah was both astonished and confused. She thought that he was a stupid person, but his stupidity was charming, and even a little alluring. She definitely liked him, but she was guarded mainly because of his past. If he wanted to pursue something like that it was up to him.