((thinking))
Athena walked the streets alone her dagger strapped to her thigh she never understood why her father made her carry it around no one would attack her but he just kept insisting. She sighed softly skirting the edges of the forest careful to not to in the forest was off limits from dusk till dawn another thing she didn't fully get but that her father insisted on. She knew there were robbers and rogue humans out there looking to kill but they would attack you no matter what time of day but she stayed out to keep her father happy.

Clara sat cleaning her gun it didn't need it but the motions helped her center herself. When she was healing being able to center and focus on one task was something that was neccissary or you would mess up and the person would be maimed or worse.