Recovery

Even with all the help from the healers and the medics, Aayla still found that breathing was probably one of the worse pains she felt left over from their fight with the guild master. She had spent the last couple of days lying in bed, recovering from the battle both physically and mentally.

Sure Zenshin had accepted them as Knights of the guild, a huge honour and a huge step for the young girl but the words that he had spoken haunted more than just her thoughts. She still wasn't strong enough... Cirven certainly didn't think so as he had continuously jumped in to her rescue... Was she really that bad at combat? Could she not fight on her own, or even support her brother without needing protection?

She curled up into a tight ball, bringing the blankets tighter around her tiny frame as her mind ran over the fight again, and again, and again trying to understand where she had gone wrong, and how she could get stronger so that the next time she faced an opponent stronger than her, she wouldn't be beaten so badly.