It's only been weeks since the fight with Priscilla, Ilena came back with me to meet the generations that came after hers. Miria and the other warriors came back from the mission that took no time at all because of the sheer number of warriors that joined together. There wasn't a single casualty.
When they came back, the banishment of us warriors from Rabona was officially abolished, and we were suddenly being accepted into once refused areas, and people no longer hid in their houses when we walked through. Word spread fast of what we had done for mankind.
I think you would've liked this change...
Everyone wishes you could see it.
"Clare...!!!" Helen called, waving a hand in the air at her friend who walked with two others into view of Rabona.
Clare felt a smile grace her lips as she gained on her friends, Helen and Deneve, who were waiting just outside the city. "Hello again Helen."
Helen quickly charged Clare, hugging her tightly, picking the smaller girl of the floor. "It's been so long!"
Clare lightly, awkwardly, hugged Helen. "It's only been a few weeks..."
Deneve chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "Ever since the blob incident I don't think Helen quite enjoys your leaving for extended periods."
Clare looked at Deneve, who gently hugged Clare as well. "It's good to see your okay."
"Same to you." Clare nodded, gently pulling away.
"Hey, your arm? I thought you were giving it back to that person who gave it to you?" Helen suddenly said.
Clare paused for a second, then nodded. "I was, but it isn't needed anymore." Clare gestured to introduce Irene. "This is Irene, the one who loaned me the arm all those years ago."
"It's nice to meet you." Irene smiled faintly.
Helen stood slack jawed for a long moment, then opened her mouth to speak, then paused again.
"It's nice to meet you as well." Deneve extended her hand respectfully to the older warrior. "My name is Deneve, and this is Helen."
Irene shook her hand, smiling softly. "So it seems every generation has a set of friends like the two of you."
"I wouldn't know for sure." Deneve brought her hand back to her side.
"I guess you wouldn't."
When the conversation met its end, Clare looked at Helen and Deneve. "Is Miria back yet?"
Helen shook her head. "But we're expecting her any day now. We got a message from a traveler that they only have one more region to cover."
Clare nodded, then looked back to Rabona.
"You've been traveling a while have you not? We can catch up another time all of you should get some rest." Deneve suggested, as they began the short walk back into town.
A loud crash of a falling chair, and warrior rang through the tavern, an already drunk Helen had laughed so hard her entire chair fell back with her while she howled.
Deneve sighed and shook her head, not making any movements to help her friend from the floor. "Can't resist the urge to get drunk as always..." She sighed.
"It can't be helped." Cynthia smiled, holding her own mug in her hands while resisting the urge to laugh. "If Helen can find a way to have more fun then she already has she'll do it."
Miria shook her head, a faint smile placed on her lips as she watched her friend stand from the floor. "Alright Helen I think that's enough."
Helen narrowed her eyes at Miria. "I can handle my own drinking."
Deneve physically took the drink from Helen's hand, and forced her friend to sit back in her chair, after sitting it back up.
They had been in the tavern for hours, celebrating their victory and the time, and people, it took to get there. As the hours had stretched longer, warriors slowly bid their farewell, leaving to rest in the area provided by the city. Until all that was left, was the ghosts, Galatea, Dietrich, and a few stragglers.
The exhaust of the day's events slowing the excitement and sobering the previously drunk.
"This is nice." Helen sighed. "Being back together like this... No worries."
The others nodded in agreement. "Its definitely relaxed a few of us." Miria smiled, her eyes guiding the others to Clare, who had fallen asleep on the table at some point during the hour.
"Teresa was right... Clare is more like a child then even we thought." Cynthia smiled.
Helen snickered. "This is so familiar, it's weird."
Deneve chucked. "It is still strange seeing her passed out again like this."
Miria placed her hand on Clare's head, as she had taken to doing since Teresa brought it up, smiling softly. "I guess it's time to get some rest, we've had a long couple of weeks."
The others nodded, and Miria lifted Clare off the chair, into her arms like a child. Clare didn't even stir. She carried Clare through Rabona like that, back to the cathedral, where they slept on pews with other warriors. Pillows and blankets were set enough for each person.
Miria laid Clare down on a pew, closest to the isle, and pulled the blanket over her. Clare still hadn't woken.
Everyone found a pew and laid down, close to each other, and we're out like lights in seconds.
Miria stood next to Clare on the wall surrounding Rabona, over looking the city. The two were alone, something they hadn't been in a long time. They didn't speak, the conversation had ended a while prior, but the need to start a new one was non existent for a long time, until Miria sighed, and shifted her gaze from the city to Clare.
"I am proud of you." Miria smiled. "You did well, your training in the North really paid off."
Colour rose slightly in Clare's cheeks. "What did Teresa say? You're all treating me strangely."
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Miria smiled at Clare, leaning on the rise of the battlement. Clare leaned forward, but casted her eyes upward, and the blue sky above her.
"I'm sorry for being a pain for so many years." Clare said out of nowhere.
Miria chuckled, looking at Clare. "You don't need to be. We got use to it after a while."
Clare smiled. "I noticed once one of you kept following me when I went looking for Raki."
"Yea, well that was Deneve after a while I had put her in charge of your antics." Miria smiled.
"I figured that's what happened after you said that besides you, Deneve was the one I would take orders from." Clare sighed.
"And that's still set up." Miria said, seriously. "You may have calmed down since then but Deneve and I will be keeping an eye on you. Remember that."
Clare nodded, heading the warning.
When silence followed it was broken quickly, by the sound of armoured boots running up stone steps. "Captain Miria." Anastasia called, breathing heavy from the run up the stairs. "Someone docked a boat at the shore... They're looking for the organization."