Nesta was so damn pissed.

Her hair was blowing in the wind from the window and stuck to her forehead because of the sweat, her belly was burning from the wound she had just received, right after falling down the hill when she was fighting with someone that was trying to attack.

Nesta snorted as she looked down and saw the fabric of her training uniform sticking to the blood that had already dried. She finished taking off her clothes, throwing them on the floor and walking slowly, feeling his legs complain from the effort.

Nesta entered the house of winds silently, she didn't want Gwyn, Emerie or you to worry or worse, stand over her as if she couldn't take care of herself. Nesta hated worriyng people, but she hated worriyng you the most.

Needless to say, this was in vain, because you heard Nesta's pained sounds and went to her room, finding her sitting on the bed with a bowl of water and a piece of damp cloth in her hands trying to clean the wound.

{{user}}, leave. I'm okay and i don't need help. Nesta says stopping her hand movements and looking at you with her cold blue eyes, she obviously needed help.