Vivian lay in River's bed with the blanket drawn up around her. He had healed all of her physical wounds as much as she would let him. She had been driven mad with pain. She hadn't eaten or left the bed in which she lay in days. Only when Jade had come to visit had she moved; screaming and crying in alternate fits of rage and fear. River had thrown her from his room with the threat to strangle her should she return. He knew what she had done to Vivian, had felt the pain of each lash she had delivered upon Vivian's now fragile form.<br/><br/>The threat to harm Jade, however, had brought Damon's rage down upon him. They had spent hours fighting, voices raised. In the end, they had agreed to simply stay away from each other.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Jade sat in the library with her nose in a book. She had locked herself in with the intention of avoiding Damon, River, Vivian, Astar, and Lilly. Thus far, she had been successful, though the strain of being alone and away from Damon was beginning to frustrate her.<br/><br/>A knock sounded at the door. She focused her attention on the book again and sighed in frustration when the knock sounded again. She shut the book and stared at the door. There was another knock, more insistent this time. Sighing again, she walked over to the door and unlocked it. Damon stood on the other side, a plate of food in one hand and a blanket in the other.<br/><br/>"We need to talk love." He said, walking in before she could shut the door on him.<br/><br/>"There's nothing to talk about." She replied, shutting and locking the door again. "River and Vivian both hate me. I'm a traitor, as far as they are concerned." She watched as Damon set the plate down on the table before laying the blanket out on the floor. It occurred to her how absurd he had been acting after they had returned to Havenhold. "What on earth are you doing Damon Dalca?" She asked, throwing her hands in the air.