[It might be the most obvious place to get caught at night, but at least Andrew knows she won't wake up moist by sleeping in her own bed. She's perched on the end of said bed with the canopy peeled and tied back while her magical magpie companion hops around by the door out to the vestibule, occasionally letting out its bark of a song.]
I must apologize for not bringing any tea.
[Of the Bradley kind or otherwise.]
If it weren't for the fire last week, I'd suggest we do something to block up the doors.
[ between the theater and the library, she thinks she has had far more than enough excitement regarding falling asleep and waking up with Something happening. sometimes it really is better to sleep in a bed. ]
Besides, with those two, maybe they'll start screaming so loudly that we'll actually wake up.
[ and she says two because the robin is currently trying to out sing the magpie. ]
Me neither, though it might make sitting around with nothing to do a little more bearable.
[The magpie leaves the door for now and takes a lap around the dresser, shoving its beak into Andrew's sewing, then laps again, doing another loop by the door.
Andrew herself leans out from the bed posters, head cocked.]
Your little friend has been getting more and more talkative. [And she is talking about the Robin, not Saber.] What do you suppose it wants to say?
I'm a little tired, which I suppose lends itself well to a sleepover. [Not that she'll have a choice in the matter when it becomes time to sleep properly.]
I still have a dose of the painkillers Siobhan gave me, but I'll be out after that. [Luckily she won't wake up to any adverse environmental effects, sleeping in here.]
You seem restless. [It's difficult for her to care for others or to ask after them. This is about the closest she can do easily.]
Not to worry, I brought some things in case something like this occurred!
[ It's not quite tea, but it is some of the food that can be clearly placed from the banquet hall. No sense getting trapped with nothing to eat, right? ]
[She gives him a little smile almost like a smirk. Though now that the snacks have been produced, she's in no real hurry to go pick them up.
The magpie might be, though, since it takes a curious poke at them. Even after a full week, it hasn't given up trying to stick its beak into things it's long ago figured that it can't touch.]
It's a little rude to eat in bed, but I did it all the time when I was sick as a child.
We've earned the right to be a little greedy, have we not? It's not like Ish has given us much of a choice in the matter to change locales.
[ punk ass bitch. The black lion has long since picked its spot on the floor, certainly eyeing the food that's been brought, but also watching almost amusedly as the magpie tries its hardest to make its corporeal enough for a treat. ]
[That seems to be the magpie's modus, always trying to do something it can't fully achieve. Eat something, block the doors, move something, poke it's hand under another person's hand for a pet.
She does her best to ignore it.]
Yes, I've always gotten fevers. My mother wasn't well [how could she be, when she died in a cell?] so I may have been a helpless case from birth.
I suppose most wouldn't generally be subject to that sort of thing on the regular, no. I suppose it's a good thing that reset seems to wipe the slate, in some regard. I can't imagine that repeated pattern is good on anyone's body.
[ Both him and the lion flick their gazes to the magpie, for a moment, before back to where they were respectively at. ]
No, I was asking if that was something that you had always experienced, not necessarily whether it would happen again. My apologies, I did not meant to insinuate as such.
Your apology is accepted. [Though she says it with the same slightly cold smile, the shadow of her bed canopy crossing over her face. The magpie scratches at cloth it can't touch or turn over, moving up to tuck its head beneath her hand.]
When you're sick so often, you get used to people looking after you. Sometimes it's easy to mistake that for care.
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I must apologize for not bringing any tea.
[Of the Bradley kind or otherwise.]
If it weren't for the fire last week, I'd suggest we do something to block up the doors.
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[ between the theater and the library, she thinks she has had far more than enough excitement regarding falling asleep and waking up with Something happening. sometimes it really is better to sleep in a bed. ]
Besides, with those two, maybe they'll start screaming so loudly that we'll actually wake up.
[ and she says two because the robin is currently trying to out sing the magpie. ]
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[The magpie leaves the door for now and takes a lap around the dresser, shoving its beak into Andrew's sewing, then laps again, doing another loop by the door.
Andrew herself leans out from the bed posters, head cocked.]
Your little friend has been getting more and more talkative. [And she is talking about the Robin, not Saber.] What do you suppose it wants to say?
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[ meanwhile the bird flies to perch on ayaka’s shoulder tilting its body as it observes andy along with her. ]
I think it likes to sing. But it also seems to want to pick fights a lot… though honestly it could also just be really energetic.
[ unlike ayaka, who very famously has none of those things. ]
How are you hanging on?
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I still have a dose of the painkillers Siobhan gave me, but I'll be out after that. [Luckily she won't wake up to any adverse environmental effects, sleeping in here.]
You seem restless. [It's difficult for her to care for others or to ask after them. This is about the closest she can do easily.]
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[ It's not quite tea, but it is some of the food that can be clearly placed from the banquet hall. No sense getting trapped with nothing to eat, right? ]
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[She gives him a little smile almost like a smirk. Though now that the snacks have been produced, she's in no real hurry to go pick them up.
The magpie might be, though, since it takes a curious poke at them. Even after a full week, it hasn't given up trying to stick its beak into things it's long ago figured that it can't touch.]
It's a little rude to eat in bed, but I did it all the time when I was sick as a child.
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[ punk ass bitch. The black lion has long since picked its spot on the floor, certainly eyeing the food that's been brought, but also watching almost amusedly as the magpie tries its hardest to make its corporeal enough for a treat. ]
Were you sick often, as a child?
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She does her best to ignore it.]
Yes, I've always gotten fevers. My mother wasn't well [how could she be, when she died in a cell?] so I may have been a helpless case from birth.
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And the bleeding?
[ oh we're just asking that. ok. ]
typo.... in the tag. touches the ground.
Ok.]
That's recent. [She blinks, not-quite smiling.] I don't make a habit of sleeping in the rain or by infernos.
[CWAAAHHWWW.]
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I suppose most wouldn't generally be subject to that sort of thing on the regular, no. I suppose it's a good thing that reset seems to wipe the slate, in some regard. I can't imagine that repeated pattern is good on anyone's body.
[ Both him and the lion flick their gazes to the magpie, for a moment, before back to where they were respectively at. ]
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[No matter how many weeks it ends up being, as long as she remembers them... Andrew wants to see it to its end.
Then she looks directly at him.]
Will I be sick again in two days' time? Is that what you're trying to ask?
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When you're sick so often, you get used to people looking after you. Sometimes it's easy to mistake that for care.