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[A door slams shut and there's a muffled sound of someone leaning against it; then she swears softly.]

... D'Arvit.

Expect the floor's 's good 's th'bed. But-

[A dull thud as her helmet rolls from her fingers to the floor of her bedroom, then she pushes herself up and drags herself to bed, not even bothering to change out of

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[Trouble returns probably shortly after her and goes in to check on her. Of course he's telling himself that its because he's her superior officer and nothing else!]

[Muttered] She never learns.

[Goes over to the bed and whispers heal and lets blue sparks run across her to take care of any wounds she has. Then he gets a blanket and puts it over her, just for good measure.]

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[She hardly stirs when he speaks, but it's the tingle of magic across her skin that gets her attention, as vague and distant as it is. The elf turns her face away from where it was buried into her pillow as the blanket drags over her, eyes flickering open in a flash of hazel and blue.]

[Eyebrows knit briefly when she focuses on him, but she doesn't speak, instead closing her eyes again with a barely-noticeable smirk.]

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[He's a bit embarassed but does not blush. LEP's golden boy NEVER blushes.]

How is it that you're so exhuasted you can barely make it your bed but you can still smirk?

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[She cracks open an eye-her blue one-and the smirk doesn't falter, small enough to betray how tired she is but prominent enough to prove that she's as cheeky as ever.]

[Quietly amused.] ... Because I'm just that talented, sir.