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[warpweft]

[To which Nessa responds by sitting on the edge of the tub next to her.]

There'll be a better chance of it not happening if you let me help you when you need it.

[She leans over slightly, bumping her shoulder into Sprezzatura's.]

I think asking me to spend the night would be a good start.

[velluminous]

[ It's Absolutely Going To Happen Again

bumped! after a moment, she leans back, murmurs, ] Mm. Alright.

[warpweft]

Excellent.

I'll call the front desk and have them bring you up a sleeping bag.

[velluminous]

What are you talking about?

[warpweft]

Well, we can't very well have you sleep on the floor, can we?

[velluminous]

Girl, this is my room.

[ splays a hand on her side and shoves, gently. it isn't enough to even jostle her off the side of the tub. ]

Bed is big enough for two.

[ for three. she'd know. ]

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[warpweft]

Uwaaaaaaaaaah!

[She does an exaggerated sell where she almost tilts over into the bathtub.]

[warpweft]

[And then she immediately rights herself.]

And what if I like to roll over onto the cool side of the bed halfway through the night?

[velluminous]

[ Mammon! whaps her with her tail for the trickery ]

Do not invite yourself over only to complain of your host!

[warpweft]

Ahhhhh~. I'm being attacked. Oh no.

What is your policy on cookies in bed? [Again with the sweets....]

[velluminous]

[ perhaps surprisingly, then, the answer is: ] Bring enough to share.

[warpweft]

I can do that.

What's your favorite flavor?

[velluminous]

Spiced honey.

[warpweft]

....

You like spice a lot.

[velluminous]

Yes.

And it is luxury I can afford, even now.

[warpweft]

Sadly, as a citizen of the Crown, no amount of luxury will make me able to consume more than a pinch without spontaneously expiring.

But I will be sure to find some spicy sweets for you.

[velluminous]

O, fortunate me, that my student be so giving.

Now, help me to bed, given we are talking so much about it.

[ it's only the afternoon. but she is suddenly so exhausted. ]

[warpweft]

But, of course.

[She stands up and lightly takes Sprezzatura's hand in hers.]

I should ask - just how diminished is your range of movement when not in contact with someone. Is it simply a "My feet won't move, but everything else will." kind of thing?

[velluminous]

[ like this, she rises with no struggle—so she can do that much. but there's a shadow of doubt across her face, or of consternation ]

It hurts. And my brain is... foggy.

[warpweft]

Hnnnm.

It hurts whenever you're not touching someone?

[velluminous]

[ shakes her head ]

No. Watch.

[ and with a nudge, she urges Nessa to step back, barely more than an arm's length away ]

Back, back.

[warpweft]

Al...right.

[Tentatively, she takes a step or two back, but she still has a hand up, seemingly ready to grab Sprezzatura again.]

[velluminous]

[ she's standing. it's fine. she holds up a hand and indicates herself, demonstratively. ]

Now.

[ and then, with seemingly immense effort, she forces a foot forward—one step. it is Bambi-like in its unsteadiness and baby-like in its stride, and a muscle in her jaw even flickers. she stops for a moment before taking another...

holds out her hands to her. ]