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[argyle_princess]

She didn't really eat breakfast. She knows she should, and she needs to, and all, she just isn't hungry.

She is, however, tired. Very, very tired.

Which is why after not eating breakfast, Hannah went back to her room (that isn't really hers any more than the clothes in the closet or the toothbrush in the bathroom or the running shoes by the

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[politestpirate]

Who knows how much later it is, when there is a knock on the door.

Considering all things, it is pretty easy to guess who it would be-

They are not joined at the hip, but Wellard is around often enough, and checks in on Hannah for lunch time.

That would be now, apparently.

[argyle_princess]

It's not even really a guess. As far as she knows, he's the only person who knows which room she's staying in.

Still, she lies there for a minute longer, debating just how rude it would be to not open the door, and whether or not it would make him worry, and if she actually has the energy to make it to the door or not, anyway.

It's another minute, or two, before the door actually opens.

"Hey."

[politestpirate]

Any sort of greeting Wellard was going to say rather dies, at seeing Hannah. There is no need to ask how she is doing, really- That is easy enough for even Wellard to see.

He bites his lip, before reaching up a hand to barely touch the side of Hannah's face- and then dropping his hand down to step forwards to hug her.

[argyle_princess]

He is a much better thing to wrap her arms around than a pillow. (He's much more hers than the pillow is, after all.)

There's a sharp intake of breath that she holds for a long moment before letting it go, and then a much slower breath, that she exhales as a sigh.

"Hi," she says.