She was talking herself again, trying to talk herself out of the darkness she could feel approaching. She refused to go back there again. Not when she had an obligation—mentoring Belie, travelling the world. Then there was the bigger picture. The conservatory. The camp. She absentmindedly rubbed her leg as she gnawed on these thoughts.
“Idiot,” she mumbled to herself. “Hurting yourself on that gods-forsaken mountain. Moron. And now you have the audacity to even think of entering a fighting tournament. They'll skin you alive!” “Did you say something?” Belie asked, walking into the hotel room. “Not to you,” said Bella. Belie held her hands up in surrender and backed out of the room. She knew better than to bother Bella when she was in a foul mood. Bella felt bad, but it was best she remained by herself anyway. Or was it… “No, Belie. Come back here,” she said, sighing heavily. Belie re-entered the room. “So we’re stuck here until this damn leg of mine recovers again. But we might as well plan our next step, huh?” She didn’t give Belie a chance to reply. “The herb trade business is slow. I’ve been away from the restaurant for a while, so there’s some more income lost. I could enter a fighting tournament--" She ignored Belie's frown. "But with this leg..." She sighed heavily. "Maybe YOU need to get a job.” She smirked at her. Belie frowned but Bella gave her a look. “Just so we can get some extra money to get started on what we want to do. We can’t keep having these… distractions. Or else we’re never gonna accomplish what we want to accomplish. So… Where do we go from here, Belie?” she asked. She left the answer up to her apprentice. "You think, I sleep." She said. She held her thumb up to Belie and stood up from the couch, hobbling out of the living room area. "Oh and start packing," she added. "We're getting out of this cold place by tomorrow evening."
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