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	Tossing several sage leaves within the boiling water, Abby tuned the rest of her roommate's chattering out. While she didn’t mean to be rude, practically everyone thought of her as such. What was the point of talking if you weren’t honest about everything though? If people didn’t accept such things, that was there fault. Thank goodness she had her brother or she’d probably be a complete social outcast. Although at times she wished she could be a social outcast, at least then she wouldn’t have to deal with such foolish people. She sighed heavily as quiet footsteps entered the kitchen from behind her. 

	Hero. A little firecracker who could provoked in the most easiest of ways. While she had a long way before coming close to Abby’s skills, the girl could hold her own. In fact, almost everyone in the house was exceptionally strong and adept. She couldn’t even imagine how much better they could all get as they grew older and gained experience. As Abby turned to fetch a coffee mug, she noticed a fairly pale Hero chug half a water bottle down. 

	[color=00A99D]“You look terrible, Hero,” [/color] Abby said bluntly. [color=00A99D]“I have some spare tonics in my room or there’s always tea mixed with herbs to help you relax and feel better if you’d like.” [/color]

	While it was a known fact that Abby was a wild troublemaker, often causing chaos wherever she went, whenever someone grew sick, she was genuinely concern. There was no point in spending hours studying herbs and tonics only to keep them for herself. It was also great practice if she wanted to pursue the craft of healing as a career in the future.