[ of course he's pressing the issue, and alisaie can feel the little flare of heated aggravation in the back of her mind but she chases it away - it's little more than another byproduct of her deteriorating mind that she's learning to control. ]
I.. suppose.
[ look how super excited she is for soup.. her elation is palpable. just the thought of food is enough to turn her stomach, let alone warm food on a day like this, but she's too tired to argue and, of course, he is right.
once she's ambled at last to the bedroom, alisaie sits heavily at the edge of the bed and shuts her aching eyes; already she can feel the thin trickle of blood beginning to creep down the sides of her face, though she's quick to swipe it away with the towel. it's fine, this is fine. ]
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I.. suppose.
[ look how super excited she is for soup.. her elation is palpable. just the thought of food is enough to turn her stomach, let alone warm food on a day like this, but she's too tired to argue and, of course, he is right.
once she's ambled at last to the bedroom, alisaie sits heavily at the edge of the bed and shuts her aching eyes; already she can feel the thin trickle of blood beginning to creep down the sides of her face, though she's quick to swipe it away with the towel. it's fine, this is fine. ]