Room 218, Monday

[comelyhonour]

Beauty felt awful, although not as awful as she'd handwavily felt over the weekend. She was certain, however, that she had the best friend-who-is-a-boy in the world. The soup and attention from A.J. had been wonderful, and today she finally felt at least like walking as far as the common room to make herself a cup of tea, and then bringing it back

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[ecirpnellehada]

Limping back into the room after her class, looking a little worse for wear and tired herself, Adah deposited her bag, crumbling like a lifeless, boneless corpse, near the door and shuffled over to the bed. She fell, gracelessly on it, slowly, like a tree in the woods sawed off from life, sideways, resting her head against her pillow. She let out a soft sound, a grunt, that could be interpreted as either an expression of exhaustion, or a greeting, or perhaps even asking her roommate how she was.

She'd actually been busy this weekend to the point of forgetting that Honour had been sick, and she frowned across the room in worried consideration that this would muck up her plotting for tomorrow.

[[ *friendly nudge* isn't it 218, by the way? ]]

[comelyhonour]

Beauty looked up from her reading the a sympathetic frown for Adah. The girl looked as tired as she felt.

"You look like you've had a tiring time," she said softly. "Want some of my tea?"

[ooc: *facepalms*]

[ecirpnellehada]

And risk catching whatever it was that Honour had been infected with all weekend? No, thank you. Against her pillow, she shook her head, which, if it weren't for the question proceeding it, could be mistaken for an epileptic fit. Her eyes started roving around the room; having been sheltered in the sterile cleanliness of the clinic for most of the weekend, it was like she could practically see the potential germs that had incubated in the small room, like ticks gathering on fur, only, instead, gathering in the dark shadows of their respective painted jungles. Adah drew in a breath. She'd take a nap, recover from last night followed by this morning, and then limp around taking a few sterilization methods about the room

[comelyhonour]

It was sort of strange, but Beauty had gotten so used to never hearing Adah speak that she really didn't think anything of it anymore. She'd grown into the habit of being quiet herself around the room, when it was just the two of them, and it was a comfortable kind of peacefulness.

The spoken words did surprise her, and for a minute she just blinked at Adah. And then slowly replied, "Yes, thank you. I think I'm at the point where fresh air will be the best thing for me, but I'm too tired to go out today."

[ecirpnellehada]

Yes, apologizing, because Adah was clearly asking out of genuine concern for her roommate, too. Still, she ended up getting an answer that pretty much covered what she wanted to know, so it was fine. And there was something amusing about people thinking she actually cared. She nodded, slightly, into her pillow again. "Good to hear," she muttered. "Back to regularly scheduled mornings tomorrow then?"

Ah, subtly. It, like the word itself, felt awkward, clunky, and lazy, like letters just thrown together for the sake of it, intent trying to hide between them like the b that you didn't pronounce, but always noticed anyway like an acrid aftertaste, pregnant belly poking out in demand of attention.

[comelyhonour]

Beauty wouldn't really have blamed her roommate for wanting to return to the normal order of things. She didn't much care for sick in bed herself.

"Yes, I'm sure Greatheart's going to need some extra time out tomorrow, so I imagine I'll be spending as much time as I can with him in the morning." She cocked her head curiously at Adah. "Do you need the room?"

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah's face paled slightly at first and then, with a blink, it started to regain a color just a bit more peachy pink that it was before. Resolved to avoid making this anything like when she would magnanimously extricate herself from the room on behalf of the roommate's artist paramour, determined to be the only between them feeling the superiority of the false pretense of graciousness, she simply shrugged her shoulder, and shook her head. No. Not at all, nothing like that. She took a moment, eyes sliding toward some blurry corner of the room in a moment of considering the lie before, very carefully and with a bit of difficult, she shifted on the bed, turning her back toward Honour in what she assumed would be taken simply as Adah deciding that that was enough talking, she was finished, she was going to take that greatly needed nap now. Most of it was, however, just to completely bury the slight grin and the look in her eyes that would very readily betray her if she let them slip.

[comelyhonour]

Not quite certain she believed that negative shake of Adah's head, Beauty nonetheless nodded, and watched the girl turn away. Adah was a tough nut to crack, and Beauty was pretty sure she'd never figure her roommate out.

But, in the long run, it didn't necessarily make any difference. She would be away from the room the next morning, all day in fact, if she could manage, because three days cooped up was too much for her now that she'd gotten used to the outdoors.

"I'll probably be gone very early, and not back until after supper," she mentioned off-handedly, turning her attention back to her book. Just in case it mattered.