I tried REALLY HARD to make this different from False's story, not sure how well I did.
Sorry this took so long, i got distracted by writing a3rd-life griangst book on AO3 (which is how this book came about, btw; i got distracted from The Watchers' Call.)

It had been three weeks, but Grian hadn't recovered from the Games. He didn't think he ever would.

He was constantly plagued with worries. He had forced his friends into the Games. Maybe he'd deserved what False had done? What if his friends hated him?

Grian was still terrified of False. She'd come up to him three days after the Games had ended and apologized. He'd been scared, but he'd tried his best to listen and accept her apology. Inside, he was still scared of her and didn't want to be around her.

Grian did his best to keep up a normal schedule so that no one would notice that he was still afraid. No one else had lasting nightmares, did they? No one else seemed to, anyway. Except maybe False, but that was a different story.

One day, Grian was chatting with Iskall and Mumbo when False flew in.

Grian started shaking. What if she tried to do it again? What if she attacked him? What if-

He pushed away his fear and smiled. "Hi False."

"Hi Grian! How are you today?" she landed next to them and gave them a grin.

"I'm good, we're just hanging out," Grian gestured to Mumbo and Iskall and did his best to hide his fear.

"Well, I'm just doing some shopping, so I'll be off."

"That reminds me, I need to go restock the barge!" Grian said quickly and flew off. He knew the others would be suspicious. He just couldn't be around her- but it was his own fault anyway, and everyone else had moved on.

Mumbo and Iskall watched Grian fly off. They glanced at each other and wordlessly took off after Grian. They knew their friend well, and he'd barely even been trying to hide how nervous he was around False.

Grian expertly swooped through the tiny 2x2 hole in his door and crashed on the ground roughly, tumbling over himself and ending up sprawled on the floor.

He lay there for a few seconds, staring at the chandelier. He sighed in relief, but he knew he couldn't stay there forever. Grian sat up and spread his wings, habitually smoothing them down and combing out the stray loose feathers. Not only did it make them look prettier, it calmed Grian down as well. Leaving behind a vibrant mess of feathers on the floor, he stood up, jumped back into the air, swooped around, and landed on his throne. 

Grian liked to lay on it rather than sit on it, since it was too big for him- a fact Mumbo and Iskall never stopped teasing him about. He lounged with his feet on one armrest and his back leaned up against the other.

The two hermits in question arrived as if summoned by Grian's thoughts of them.

"Grian?" Mumbo called.

"Welcome to my mansion," Grian greeted them.

Iskall grinned, but quickly sobered. "Grian, are you still scared of False?"

Grian sighed. "You'll get it out of me eventually no matter what I say, so yes. But you'd be scared too if the person in question had killed your two best friends and then tortured and killed you!"

"We're not blaming you Grian, we just noticed that you were nervous around her," Iskall replied, walking up to stand in front of the throne.

"What do you want me to do, Iskall? I can't change how I feel around her," Grian looked up at the ceiling and crossed his arms.

"Come on, this isn't like you, Grian, get off your throne," Mumbo interrupted them.

Grian grinned. "Never!"

"You don't even fit in it! It's too big for you!" Mumbo burst out laughing. Grian fake-scowled.

"It makes it look even more impressive!" Grian jumped up onto one of the armrests as Mumbo leaped into the seat.

Grian playfully flew into the air, still touching the throne. He gripped some of the detailing with his legs and hung upside-down from it. Giggling, he poked at Mumbo's mustache. Mumbo stood up on the throne and Grian swung upwards and perched atop the back.

Mumbo jumped up and grabbed the back with his hands so he was hanging from it. Iskall, who had been watching from the floor, jumped up and pushed Mumbo up onto the top of the back with Grian. The mansion was filled with giggles, laughs, and yells as the three spent the entire afternoon chasing Grian around the throne.

A while later, Grian hopped off the throne and laid on the floor. Mumbo and Iskall collapsed next to him.

"I'll get you next time, you little gremlin," Mumbo told Grian.

"No you won't, you big spoon," Grian replied.

Just then, there came a knock on the giant door, although it was mostly pointless since there was a giant hole in it.

Grian jumped up. "Come in!" he called.

False stepped into the room.

Grian froze. "False?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I know you don't forgive me. You can't. It's not something you can ever forgive. I just wanted to let you know that I regret what I did with every part of my body and if there's anything, ever, I can do to repay you, I'm in your debt," False said. She pulled out a diamond sword and tossed it to the ground at Grian's feet. "That's yours now. It's not the one that I had in the Games. It's just the beginning of my payment."

Cleo came shooting in. "False, seriously, you don't need to sell your soul! We all forgive you! Even Grian!"

"False, it was my fault for putting everyone in the Games in the first place. I don't blame you for getting overwhelmed. I am scared, but you're my friend, right? And you regret it and you wouldn't do it again...?" Grian started doubting himself again, but False came and hugged him.

"Grian, I love you like a little brother and I feel terrible. I would never do anything like this again, to you or anyone, and I will hunt down anyone else who tries to harm you," False looked right into Grian's eyes. 

Grian hugged her back, and from that day, the two were friends.

1. This is absolutely a horrible, forced ending
2. This was supposed to be angst! Why did I end up writing fluff?