The knife fell off. She caught it, closing a fist around the hilt.
"I'll tell you someday." Elya turned to look back at him. "What about yours? Anything other than... you know?"
"Only as scared of her as you are." Elya took out a dagger and began idly balancing it at the end of her finger. "There are other things that I'm more afraid of. The Angel is something of a reminder."
She turned her gaze back towards the ceiling.
"Enough."
Elya started rubbing at her shoulder before her thoughts came back to her. She let out a breath, then unclasped her jacket to pull down one sleeve.
"I barely escaped alive." She tapped a massive, jagged scar right beneath the collarbone.
She let out a relieved sigh, sheathing her sword to pick him up and place him back on the cot.
"Verim, can you keep watch for a little while?" Elya sat on her own cot, falling back onto the pillow with a puff.
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Elya breathed in and out heavily, hands shaking.
She'd seen hatred before. There was more than just that in his eyes.
"Fine." Elya pulled herself off of him, stepping back and drawing her sword. "If you think you can do that, then defeat me first."
"You think you could kill her if you tried?" Elya's right arm shook slightly as phantom pain in her shoulder flared up. "Not even if you were in prime condition, Ji."
"You may not want to speak like that with your visitor here." Elya nodded discreetly at Locke. She made the last stitch, tying off the end. "And don't put any weight on this leg for awhile."