*You don't need to feel bad. Like I said, it was a long time ago.* She said with a smile. *Besides I'm still alive arent I?*

Lucas sighed. "You are, but you're still so.. Vulnerable.." He looked down before hugging her again. "So small." He whispered underneath his breath.

She hugged him tightly, gently rubbing his back, trying to calm him. She kissed his cheek and said, *I can still fight like hell though.*

Lucas blushed lightly and nodded. "That I can see. Though.. You are still weak." He said and then laughed. "But I'm here to help teach you to be stronger. If you want." He said and winked. "But that'll have to wait until we're both healed."

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. *No training till we recover. If I can't jog, you can't get into any mischief of yours. Fair is fair.* She smirked confidently as she looked up at him.

Lucas sighed dramatically. "Oh, but it would be so much fun!" He said and then smiled. "But I suppose it's fine. We have to make sure you're okay before doing anything drastic." He said and nodded. "Can't have you getting hurt again before you can heal."

**Im fine, I'm making sure you don't strain yourself.* She smirked mischievously. *You big drama queen, pouting already.*

Lucas gasped. "You, making sure that I don't strain myself? Make sure you don't hurt your head with that much thinking!" He said before rolling his eyes. "I'm not a drama queen. Just trying to play my part for when we have to 'fight'."

She smirked and said, *Exactly. Your role as a drama Queen.* She laughed as she leaned back, resting her head on his chest. *Besides me watching you keeps me busy.*

Lucas blushed again. "No, my role is to pretend to be hurt." He said and coughed nervously. "Not as a drama queen." He looked away. "And you shouldn't watch me so much, you know."