(anOTP: for phedre) bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!

[a_roughsketch]

Rest. Oh, blessed rest. Favrielle misses it from time to time, which makes her even more grateful when she does get it

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[phedre_25]

And here wanders a Comtesse, who pauses when she sees Favrielle - she looks terribly tired.

"-- Favrielle?" She comes over, looks extremely worried. Her voice is very quiet as she speaks.

[a_roughsketch]

"Yes?" Favrielle flinches, and her eyes open suddenly. "Comtesse?" she asks drowsily, blinking to protect her eyes from the light.

[phedre_25]

"Hush," she whispers. "You are exhausted - let me take you to bed?"

She means, to lie down, er.

[a_roughsketch]

"I... I really shouldn't," Favrielle replies, stubborn as always. She wipes her forehead with a pale hand. "I still have plenty of work to do, like never -- it's almost like back home. Do you remember how it was, back home?"

[phedre_25]

"Aye, Favrielle, I remember," she says quietly. "Come, - let me take care of you, just this day. Then we shall never speak of it again."

[a_roughsketch]

Favrielle does stand up, albeit shakily. "--how come?"

Her voice is husky after her troubled sleep.

[phedre_25]

Phedre smiles a little. "You will not want me to remind you of it, likely." She reaches to put her arm around Favrielle's waist.

Augh, I never got this notif. >:|

[a_roughsketch]

Favrielle starts walking hesitatingly, carrying herself out of habit rather than because she should. Under Phedre's touch she feels more relaxed, but her sense of anticipation grows by every step she takes.

"Show me," she finally says.

[phedre_25]

"Come," and Phedre will lead her back to her room. "It's time someone took care of you," she whispers as she opens the door. "Let me?"