「 the cure 」 — mandatory training

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]･ﾟ✧ — Ellie was not physically strong. Anyone could infer this merely by observation; her lean frame boasted under-worked muscles and her coy and dainty locomotion only backed up the idea that she would much rather be baking or learning about medicinal properties of wild flowers than putting up a good fight. But, despite her gentle nature, she wished for nothing more than to learn how to fight, to know that if she were to ever face danger, she would not be nothing more than just a sitting duck. It was a dream of hers to prove that she was more than her predominantly delicate and graceful exterior made her out to be; she wanted to know how to be strong. She wanted to be just as physically strong as she was mentally.

Her pastel gaze flickered over to Hayley as she declared this afternoon's events. In a funny way, the announcement brought a childlike glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Finally, she had the chance to learn something new. Although with the potential fear of an attack or raid, all Ellie could hope for in this moment was to understand how to defend herself from harm. Next, she heard an all-too-familiar voice pipe up and, turning her head, her eyes landed on Mick. Her heart jumped for a moment, but the question could only be answered in one way - "Yeah, of course." Her voice meek and breathy, the corners of her lips curling upwards for just a moment before standing up. It had been a while since the two had spoken more than a couple of words and so, to Ellie, this was nothing short of a dream come true.

She wandered to a free spot in the room, making sure to take a look at the other pairs forming, before she stilled, glancing over at Mick as he approached. She huffed a small breath of laughter, lowering her gaze timidly for a moment before peering back up into those beautiful blue eyes and remarking playfully, "I hope that you're prepared to lose. You know how good I am at putting up a fight." Of course it was nothing more than a light-hearted joke, Ellie thought as she held her fists up as if she were about to start boxing. It had been a long time since she could joke around like this with her Mickey, so of course she'd seize the day. Just like how they used to.