the time after the time that stuff happened

[withoutincident]

Since the last next-step post was getting full.

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[mad_patron]

She stumbles back to her room as quickly as possible about half an hour after Aaron goes inside, reasoning that the discomfort of traversing the main bar pales in comparison to the discomfort of sleeping on the lakeshore. Luckily, everything she was wearing survived the change except her shoes and bra; she silently blesses her tendency towards loose, baggy clothing.

Then she curls up on the floor, because she's not sure if the bed can take her weight right now, and waits for her switch to flip back so she can sleep.

It takes a while.

[mad_patron]

"Whatever."

Beat.

"Thanks."

[nowait_letme]

"Yeah, well, you'll repay me by getting off your ass and taking a shower, going downstairs, having lunch out in public, and then maybe seeing about tracking down Adiva. Won'tcha."

[mad_patron]

Soft sigh.

"Sure, I guess."

[nowait_letme]

"Good. In that case, I'll leave you to your pie."

He stands, takes a step forward, and snugs his arm around her shoulders.

"Take care of yourself," he murmurs into her hair.

[mad_patron]

Pyth leans into the hug, eyes closed.

"I'll try."

[nowait_letme]

"Good. Best I can ask for. I'm in room 402; come get me if you need anything. And that's an order, not an offer."

[mad_patron]

Tiny, tiny giggle.

"Yessir."

[nowait_letme]

He snorts, bends down to kiss her cheek, then picks up his pie and walks out the door.

[mad_patron]

She wraps her arms around her knees, rests her chin on same, and stays that way for a few minutes.

Trust Chainsaw to know how to cheer her up.

She's smiling.