YUNA WAS FREE TO keep her atrocious opinion in regards to his most godly cooking, and so, he had not said anything in concerns to it. After all, he had been making food for a while, although apparently it was not made for any kind of human consumption (or demigod consumption at that…probably animals too). He would reevaluate how he cooked in the future so when Yuna attempted to make him try what he had made, it would be so delicious that he could grin in her face and say, ‘you see that? I made this.’ That thought alone was enough to please him a great deal. Just being able to wipe that ‘look’ from her face was enough of a reward for his efforts. All he had to do was continue watching those rather fascinating cooking shows, be more mindful of what they said, and at least attempt to stick to the recipe rather than trying to do it his own elaborate way.
That ridiculousness aside, there was much they needed to discuss about tonight’s failure. Ozymandias was unsure of whether it would be wise to do so after Yuna had sufficiently patched herself up and cleaned away blood that caked her skin, or if it was better to wait until tomorrow when her mind was refreshed and her spirit not as heavy. That was probably the best path to take as of right now. ❝No, we cannot forget that it happened. A loss transpired and we need to evaluate how we approach that Master in the future. There is no need to be ashamed of your defeat. You are alive, yes? Use that as fire to push yourself to destroy that mage in the future. You are lucky enough you were able to escape the situation with your life. We do not need a repeat in case they are our opponent again.❞ The Pharaoh respected Yuna’s desire to want to hide this entire incident away for the sake of pride, yet it was foolish to ignore what had happened just because it was embarrassing for her.
This was not some tournament where everyone was trying to win a gold medal. This was a WAR and should be treated as such. Seti had taught him that failure was something a ruler should avoid; however, if it came to them, they needed to see why it happened and figure out how to keep it from happening again. ❝Anyway, that is fine. It is good even for one who is injured to get out of bed and stretch their legs every now and then. Bear in mind, though, that I will not allow you to wander too far from this residence until you are able to get around without issue. If I see even the slightest wince, you will return to your room.❞ His words were not up to debate and he made that rather clear with his tone. A Master she may be, but he was a king. He would not tolerate disobedience when he gave a command especially with her. ❝Do not give me that expression. This is all for your own good. You should be thanking me for being so attune to your feelings.❞ Or something like that…
Regardless, she should be grateful.
AVOIDING ANY KIND OF DISCUSSION REGARDING HER defeat seemed a failure in itself. That kind of topic was something which Yuna wished not to carry in that moment, to forget for a short while and allow her thoughts settle, along with her emotions. Regardless of how composed she seemed, that humiliation was something which she would not forget, along with the thought of having shown Ramses quite a pathetic sight. Avoiding his gaze for an instant, she averted her eyes elsewhere, blinking slowly meanwhile biting her bottom lip, as if she had been caught redhanded doing something bad. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Yuna could only let out an exhausted and defeated sigh. Compared to him, she still failed at properly handling those kind of discussions and needed more time, yet... the more time she took, the more difficult it could be to listen. Admitting her fault in something was something Yuna struggled to admit openly, despite acknowledging it silently to herself. This time, nonetheless, it was something which she had to talk about, as it was beyond herself, as she needed Ramses’ help.
❝ I did not plan to forget it happened, Ramses. I simply did not want to talk about it. Unlike you, for me, admitting to someone else this is difficult. Like trying to breathe under water. ❞ Perhaps that comparison was an exaggeration, however it described perfectly how Yuna was feeling in that moment. That discussion was something which she struggled to hold, despite knowing it was an important one. Placing her hands into her lap, she glanced at them without raising her head to look at Ramses. Although it was still difficult, it was a bit better to pretend there was no one in the room, rather than just struggle to explain everything. At least this was she could be more at ease; but it did not mean Yuna was completely comfortable speaking about what just transpired. Even if it was just a bit easier than before, it still weighted heavily on her mind and it took a toll on her. ❝ But... haha, I lose again. I seriously cannot keep up with you, it is ridiculous. Give me a break, will you? I know I am still alive, however this all happened because I got too arrogant. I thought it would be easy. If I planned things more carefully, it could have been avoided, rather than just... be stupid and rush in. I should have planned it better, thought of it better and than act. I cannot forget this even if I want to, Ramses. Right now, all I can think off is that the next time I see this mage I will want to kill him, but... I need some time to cool off.. rushing like a fool again will just result in my early death. ❞
But to top everything, Ramses was such a difficult man to deal with. That restriction as if she was a child made Yuna’s displeased look turn into a glare. While she could understand to an extent the reasoning, it did not mean she was unable to do anything just because of some injuries. Rubbing her temples, she could only admit to herself that headache Ramses was giving her. ❝ What look am I giving you? I am not a child to be grounded like this, Ramses. ❞ That first question was pointless, Yuna was aware of it, as she knew perfectly well that she was glaring at him. However, that was an exaggeration. If she were to go somewhere, he would accompany her and things would be fine, so there was no need to resort to such silly methods. ❝ I am injured, not dying. You are just being ridiculous at this point. Whenever I go outside this house, you come with me, so I fail to see what the problem is. Or do you wish to deal with a constant headache hearing me complain I am stuck inside? I appreciate your concern and am grateful, but I do think this much is unnecessary. ❞
