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[meansprout]

[It's rather late in the night, but here Allen is, preparing a cup of tea in a neutral kitchen like it's a natural thing to be doing at this hour. He's not even much of a tea-drinker, but he's making an exception tonight. Because, it's supposed to be relaxing, isn't it?]

[Allen has made himself scarce and avoided generally everybody for the past

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[latenightmoon]

[She'd been sleeping for days, with only snatches of time to eat and pass out again. Never again, she had sworn to herself. Plunging into a volcano was crazy and never again. When she steps into the kitchen on barefeet, it is the first time she's had enough energy to get this far.

She spots her student and absently comes over to stand with him, leaning on the counter as if it will hold her up.] Hey, you look as terrible as I feel. You should...sit down. Probably.

[She holds up a hand to show she's fine, it sways a little despite her best efforts.] I'm fine.

[She adds as if she says it enough she'll believe it herself.] What happened?

[meansprout]

[Sounds like she was getting enough rest for the both of them. He watches her, concern evident.]

I'm fine standing. You look like you're going to fall over. [Just gonna ignore that last question.]

[latenightmoon]

You have a crutch. [She points out oh so helpfully but, doesn't argue, sliding down to sit on the floor.] And I told you, I'm fine. This is just,

[She utterly loses her train of thought for a minute then regains it.] Backlash.

[mean_sprout]

So I'm fine standing.

[That's not a good sign right there. When she starts sliding, he makes a move like he's going to catch her despite his crutch, but he straightens up when she doesn't faint.] Backlash from what?