Difficult

Last night in the grips of exhaustion everyone else had gone straight to bed after the fiery matches with the exception of Zyra and Nyla.

Nyla wouldn't stop pacing the floor even when Zyra placed her hand on Nyla's shoulder she attempted to shrug it off but Zyra only tightened her grip some more.

"I'm worried about Verity too but Nyla we both need to get some rest." Zyra said placatingly.

"Why do only bad things seem to happen to us, like we are cursed or something?"Nyla hissed in response.

Nyla balled her hands in fist at her side.

She wanted to punch something but at the same time she didn't want to risk waking up the others or angering the Aguatian guards.

Worry for her dear friend Verity ate at her soul.