[ It's not broken, no! It isn't even mildly injured.
Once they get in to Nora's room, it's pretty obvious what happened. At some point in the middle of the night, Pyrrha had gotten sick in her own bedsheets. Too hungover to contemplate washing them, she had simply switched beds and slept in Nora's for the remainder of the night.
So, once they reach the appropriate bed, she just kind of. Falls onto it.
Muffled: ] Thank you, Jaune.
... [ There's a slight hitch, nearly a syllable but indecipherable, like she wants to say something else. ]
[ There's a lot he would like to say, too, but it doesn't feel like the best time. He's not even sure yet if Pyrrha is going to remember any of this, but she probably will, and so will he.
As Pyrrha lies, he lifts her head slightly to slide a pillow underneath it, and then covers her up with Nora's clean sheets. ]
[ Turning her head, she peers up at him. She's very tired still, but can stay awake a few moments longer.
Partners... Well. ]
Right. We're partners.
[ -- and that's all. Whatever she came close to last night, it was not for her. She'd have to live with that, and maybe let go. It hurts but the hangover oddly helps give her some perspective, because it can't possibly hurt as much as her head does right now, and pain is transient. She'll live through it and she won't be losing anything that was ever really hers to begin with. ]
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Once they get in to Nora's room, it's pretty obvious what happened. At some point in the middle of the night, Pyrrha had gotten sick in her own bedsheets. Too hungover to contemplate washing them, she had simply switched beds and slept in Nora's for the remainder of the night.
So, once they reach the appropriate bed, she just kind of. Falls onto it.
Muffled: ] Thank you, Jaune.
... [ There's a slight hitch, nearly a syllable but indecipherable, like she wants to say something else. ]
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As Pyrrha lies, he lifts her head slightly to slide a pillow underneath it, and then covers her up with Nora's clean sheets. ]
Don't mention it. We're partners, right?
[ Are they still? He hopes so... ]
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Partners... Well. ]
Right. We're partners.
[ -- and that's all. Whatever she came close to last night, it was not for her. She'd have to live with that, and maybe let go. It hurts but the hangover oddly helps give her some perspective, because it can't possibly hurt as much as her head does right now, and pain is transient. She'll live through it and she won't be losing anything that was ever really hers to begin with. ]
Good night, Jaune.
[ it's like ten in the morning you idiot ]
I'll see you later.