Quelittle mending Invict's face.

  *knock, knock, knock*   A grumpy old man opens the door, warm light pours out of the room behind him. Quelittle looks me up and down, arms crossed "Wipe tha' smile off yer face."   He goes back inside and I follow in a light step. "Smiling is easier on the face." Though speakind does make my lip bleed more. I shut the door behinde me, he grunts.   "Oh, Que, what would you know about smiling?" Eva turns a page in her book, her cheeks flushed from sitting by the fire.   "Were it possible, I'd wear a smile till' the day I die." I sit down by his work table and he sets his tool's about.   "Even when ye bleed?" He grinds leaf and boils a cattle.   "Till' the day I die." I repeat.   He peaks at me behind his cresent spectacles "Shouldn't smile when ye' bleed. Makes ye look stupid."   I laugh at that.   He sighs "What's yer excuse. aye?" he begins cleaning the blood with a wet cloth "I mended ye not ee half moon ago."   "I'm a soldier, old man." he only rolls his eyes, the man thinks I am forced to fight. "I chose this. To be a shield of the people."   He frowns "Aye, but de ye have to shield with yer face?"   "What better to shield with, Quelittle?" A familiar voice sparks to life behind me "Imagain the fear she must strike in enemy lines." Eri leans on the table right behind Quelittle. My smile widens at the sight of him and my split lip and jaw bleed again. It hurts.   "told ye to stop with the smiling fool!" Quelittle smaks me on the head and I struggle not to laugh, hurting my face even further.   "Told you old man - Never. Till' the day I die."