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Rhalgr's Reach could be described with its sound of recruits in all forms of training. The smell of fresh water and the heat of the desert. These were the things that Alisaie Leveilleur came to identify with the Revolutionaries home base in her time under bed rest.

That and the daily visits between both Lyse, who, for someone who was never good with words, loved to just chatter on and on about her day as the mantle of leadership fit more and more square on her shoulders, and Alphinaud.

Her dear, *dear* brother. The brother she was ready to shove a bandage into his mouth if he spoke another suggestion of how to run a country. She was quite aware that speaking outloud did help to square ones thoughts properly, but *by the twelve*, why couldn't he have talked to General Aldynn or even Lyse about this?

And what's worse was that she was stuck on bedrest. She could have gotten up to walk around, but, she needed a chaperone lest her wounds unintentionally reopen from *too much strain*. She wasn't that reckless! She knew her body's limits and it frustrated her just how predictable everyone fussed and mothered her when given a chance.

What she hadn't predicted, was about a week or so into her bedrest, the Warrior of Light began making visits. She was quiet most of the time, having offered a small smile and a few books to help pass the time while she sat on the edge of the bed, scribbling something in a leather bound book.

The bed wasn't as large as Alisaie was used to, but with how tiny the lalafell was, the two of them seemed to sit perfectly on the matress where time passed in a quiet reprieve, only broken by the sounds of laughter outside the Barber's or the Doctor coming by to check on the girl. For a few days, Alisaie was fine with the silence -- as it gave her mind a break from listening to the consistent sentimental rambling of either Lyse or Alphinaud, but one day, her curiosities finally got the better of her.

"Do you not have other places to be?"

The quill in her bedside companions' hand paused, her head lifted up with a curious gaze from those glossy blue eyes of hers. There's a beat and the lalafell's head tilted to one side, silently urging to Alisaie to elaborate, which is exactly what she did, "Liberating two nations aside, I expect you are needed for other more important tasks."

The lalafell hummed in response before her quill floated over the page in her book once more, her eyes gazing downward, "Perhaps. But, I've been told to take a leave of absence *because* I helped liberate two nations in the course of one moon cycle."

Alisaie's eyebrows furrow, and instinctively she leaned forward to peer at the page but before she could get a good glimpse of what the warrior of light was drawing, the book snapped closed. The sudden action made the elezen tense, leaning back quickly to avoid the quill the other woman was holding from hitting her face, "Wha--?"

And then there's a chuckle before the feathered quill waggles, just barely tickling the tip of Alisaie's nose which scrunched up in annoyance. "I beg your pardo--"

"I'm here because you're my friend, silly." The quill was pulled away, giving view to the soft and gentle smile on the lalafells face, "But, if you really want me to go, I can see if Lyse or maybe your brother could--"

"That is quite unnecessary." Came the swift interjection from the female Leveillure, whose face fell into a light scowl, "My brother comes in here pratlling about politics day in and day out. And Lyse, bless her soul, talks about politics too! Although not to the same extent my brother does. Oh, no." There's a small beat, one that Alisaie doesn't notice the warrior of light placing her elbows on her book and leaning her head on her hands, eyes dancing with amusement at the rant, "He has strategem to deliberate on and hers is 'why can't the old people make a decision? These meetings are so boring!' and proceeds to give me examples of these meetings. If I hear another person talking about politics I might just scream!"

Alisaie's voice takes pause, but when she finally notices the flimsy excuse of amused restraint on the lalafell's face, she can't help but feel a small part of her cheeks turn red, embarrassed to have flown off the handle at the woman's small provocation, "Besides, I have been confined to my bed for days. I am healed well enough and would rather be out in the field than watch everyone from back here."

"Then let's go out."

Alisaie blinked, taken aback by the answer and responding with her own, "'Go out'?"

The lalafell could only nod, smiling brightly and crawling onto the bed proper, stopping until she was sitting next to Alisaie with her legs tucked underneath her, "It's still early in the day and I can quickly get together a few things before we're off."

To say she was surprised would be a lie, and Alisaie could only just stare as the lalafell reopened her book and pulled out a map, hand drawn from the looks of it but very detailed, and pointed to a small spot near the bottom left of the paper, "This place is a bit south of the entrance to the Peaks and I found it one day when my chocobo and I were flying around. It has a breath taking view of the ruins plus it's close to Rhalgr's Reach in case we do need to come back quickly."

And like that, the lalafell could only wait for some sort of acknowledgement, eyes watching as Alisaie tucked her family's signature thinking pose. She didn't have to wait long as a confident smirk raised on the Leveillure's face.

"Yes. Let's do so."