Shooting Range [Thursday afternoon]

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela had been taking Leto's advice and recording her dreams, but it wasn't really helping them go away, so she wasn't sure it was helping

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[squire_hand]

James thought that some range time with the crossbow he picked up from the underwater nightmare might set his nerves at ease.

"Are you well?" he asked, a simple question with a bit of nuance.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Fine," Triela snapped angrily, not even looking up to see who was asking.

[squire_hand]

"...are you going to throw anything at my head?" James asked.

Look. It'd been quite a week. He may be starting an aversion to blondes.

[sorella_vecchia]

She looked up, face twisted in uncharacteristic emotion. "I might," she growled.

Some part of her noted that it wasn't like her to be this out of control...

[give_areason]

"Are you stupid?" Rosalind drawled, having watched from a small distance for a few moments. "You must be to think that it's a clever idea to practice while so obviously unwell."

[sorella_vecchia]

"I'm fine," Triela growled, despite it being patently obvious that she wasn't.

[give_areason]

"Because fine drops loaded weapons?" Rosalind asked archly. "And your shooting is dismal today."

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela scowled, but she didn't bother with another denial. Since... well... it was obvious that Rosalind was right.

"I'll be fine, then. Is that better?" Still possibly a lie, but not obviously or necessarily a lie. After all... she could just get better...