One thing that was the most bizarre about what Aia could do, was when she actually did it. Memories were delicate, their fluidity making them difficult to work with for even people without special abilities could change the memories of themselves and others with relative ease. Memories could be lost too easy, new ones forming in their place. She always had to be careful when working with memories for those reasons, but watching a memory from the view of someone else was still bizarre, even all those years later.

The best part about her ability was what it allowed Aia to do. People all across her country suffered from issues related to their memories, and Aia was able to help them. The ability to help her people was something that she was more than proud of. And if it wasn't for the secretive nature of Wakanda, Aia was sure that she would be helping people all around the world. For now, she was content keeping her abilities limited to Wakandan citizens, for the wider spread news of her ability was, the more danger it could put her in.

Even while actively using her abilities, it was hard for Aia not to let her mind wander. She could use her abilities so easily and naturally that even when her mind wandered, she could complete the job. Her mind wandered often when she wasn't actively using her abilities. She was a daydreamer, and always had been.

Pulling back from the young woman's mind, Aia gave her a smile and lowered her hands from her head. The young woman slowly opened her eyes and her smile brightened.

"Thank you," she says.

"It is my pleasure," Aia assured her.

They stood from their position on the couch and Aia gathered her bag from the floor at her feet. The woman's husband came up to them and wrapped his arms around his wife, his smile was also bright. In his hands he held a small and intricately carved elephant statue. It seemed to be made of some kind of translucent crystal and definitely couldn't have been cheap. The man pushed it into Aia's hands.

"Here, for you, to show our gratitude," the man said.

"I told you that you did not need to pay me," Aia said, gingerly holding the elephant in her hands, preparing to hand it back.

"It isn't payment," he said, "simply a thank you."

"This isn't necessary, I can't take this—" Aia tried to insist.

"We insist," the woman said.

Aia sighed, and gently placed the small elephant into her bag before giving the couple a smile. They said their goodbyes and she departed out the small home. Outside, standing dutifully on watch, was Lienke, who was not only the person in charge of protecting Aia as they travelled, but also one of her best friends.

"They paid you, didn't they?" Lienke asked, smirking.

"They always manage a way," Aia replied.

"What was it this time?" she asked as they began walking towards the ship.

Aia grabbed the elephant out of her bag and showed it to her friend. Lienke gave a low whistle and then laughed. Aia rolled her eyes and tucked the figurine back into her bag. The two friends boarded the plane and, while Aia took a seat in the back, Leinke sat in the pilot's seat. After a moment, the plane lifted off the ground and a smile pulled on the brunette's lips at thoughts of home.

Home. Where her father was and her childhood friends. Where she could rest after all the work she had been doing with her abilities. Even with all the practice she had with using them, there was a certain limit to how much she could use them within a certain span of time. Over the last week, she had been using them several times a day, each day of the week. The strain that kind of work had on her mind would require some serious rest. And that was exactly what being home would give her.

Already, she had her next few days planned out in her head. Activities such as laying in bed and only straying for food, many video chats with her friends and a lot of quality time with her father. Between his duties as an advisor and her travelling, they didn't get to see each other all that often if Aia wasn't on a resting period. It was one of the only downsides to what she did.

It wasn't long before the plane touched down and Aia shot up from her seat and practically ran out the back. She was already off the landing pad and heading down towards the street when Lienke called her name from behind her. She jumped onto the trolley and turned back, one foot hanging off the edge, one arm around the pole at the edge as she waved to her friend and called out to her.

"I will see you later! My bed is calling my name!" Aia shouted, laughing at Lienke's disapproving look.

"You are the worst friend!" Lienke shouted back to her. Aia simply laughed.

The trolley ride didn't take very long, and in no time at all, she was jogging up the steps to her home, and pushing open the door.

"Papa!" Aia called as she kicked the door shut, "I'm home!"

"What did you get to add to the shelf?" her father called back.

"An elephant figurine, a small doll, and a beautiful knife. I also got a very nice dress, hat, two shoes and several different rings. But those won't go on the shelves," Aia replied as she entered the living room where her father was sat in his chair and reading.

"Quite the collection," he said, standing up.

"Indeed," she agreed. She hugged her father and kissed his cheek as they pulled apart.

On a wall in the living room, several shelves sat against the wall behind two glass doors. Aia opened the doors and opened her bag, placing the new items she had collected inside and closing the doors once more. She paused for a moment, admiring the tokens of gratitude she had gained over the years before turning away and heading towards the stairs that lead up to her room.

"I'll be in my room, Papa," she said, touching his arm as she passed.

He didn't reply and she headed up to her room, dropping her bag on her desk and falling back onto her bed. She didn't have the energy to change or even to move and as she lay there on her bed, her eyes were already beginning to drift shut, exhaustion taking over now that she was home. Then, to her detriment, an incessant beeping began eminating from her bracelet. She let out a pitiful and frustrated huff before leaning up and answering the call.

"I am on rest, why are you calling? I was two seconds from blissful sleep," Aia said.

"Is that any way to address your King?" the caller questioned, a smirk on his face.

"No, but it's the way that I address my oldest friend," Aia replied.

T'Challa laughed and Aia smiled. "I must ask you to come in," he said.

"I love you, my friend, but I cannot get out of this bed again today," she told him, "it is your doctor's orders, might I remind you."

"I would not ask if it wasn't important. But your health is important as well. Come in tomorrow as soon as you are able," T'Challa said.

"How important?" she asked.

"Very," he stated simply.

"I will be there as early as possible tomorrow, then. I can't promise it will be actually early in the day, but I will be there," she told him.

"That is all I ask, my friend," T'Challa said.

They said their goodbyes and Aia fell back on her bed again, her eyes once more drifting shut. It was only moments later that her mind drifted off to sleep.

a.n. all dialogue in italics is them talking in their native language. Because I couldn't actually write out Wakandan because it's a made up language based on others, there's no way for me to accurately translate. And it didn't seem realistic for literally everyone in Wakanda to speak English.