Noire: Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent. ...Again! Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed.

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Noire: ...... ...Nnnh? ...Oh. I must have fallen asleep. Wait... I hear footsteps... Eep! They're coming closer! Wh-what if it's someone I don't know?!
Brady: Huh? ...Oh, it's you.
Noire: Brady!
Brady: Gods, another day, another screwup on the battlefield. I'm pathetic!
Noire: Oh no, are you hurt?
Brady: Wouldn't be here otherwise. I dodged an attack wrong and twisted my ankle. My leg'll be fine, but my pride may never recover.
Noire: I see...
Brady: Anyway, looks like we're neighbors for the time being. Cheers, I guess.
Noire: Ch-Cheers... I'm actually feeling a lot better, though. I'll probably be going in just a bit...
Brady: I hear ya! I can't wait to make like a bakery wagon and haul buns outta here. This place is depressing!
Noire: Heh, yeah... W-Well, I hope you feel better soon.