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[She opens her eyes.]

W-- what? But.... [What is your idea of slow, Ven? Twelve years? ...Don't answer that.]

Well, me falling asleep isn't really something new, I guess...

Two months is still--....

[A long time, but nothing compared to....]

[Oh, she knows. That look on her face? It's a lot like that look his friends kept giving him back in World's End. She's learned a lot these two months.]

... still?

[...A long time to be without him, or to be trapped there trying to save him, or to spend seeing parts of his life she wishes she hadn't, or to be stuck with nothing but her own unpleasant thoughts. She's a bit worse for wear, and may actually have lost a tiny portion of what little weight she had in the first place. ~~There's no time to eat when you're working that hard, what are breaks.~~]

...That's still a long time.

[He notices the additional weariness and frowns, starting to get out of bed. his limbs are shaky from lack of use.]

... you look sadder than usual.

[She raises her head slightly and just... looks at him, surprised, but also something else. It's true, she does-- and with good reason. But she shifts her eyes down towards his motions and says instead,]

...Are you sure you want to get out of bed so soon?

[Stupid question, maybe, but an easy enough subject change.]

Y-yeah. Won't do me any good to stay here.

--Right. Of course.

[She pauses, then stands up herself. Even she's a tiny bit shaky, but she stays in place to help him up if he needs it. However, she seems almost hesitant to extend her hand to him.]

... maybe you should sit down yourself.

[Naminé shakes her head. Her smile, too, is a little weak.]

I've been sitting long enough.

... have you been eating properly?

--....

[She didn't realize how obvious it was.]

I... haven't had time to eat much.

What?!

[She does her best not to cringe this time, then shakes her head.]

It wasn't important. I'm fine.

Of course it's important! You'll get sick!

[Another headshake.]

It's been two months and I still haven't gotten sick.

[Weaker, yes, and thinner, but not neccessarily sick.]

I'm fine.

[He struggles to get up. Power of friendship makes his limbs move forcefully.]

[--Dangit, Ven, don't kill yourself ~~after all that effort she put into saving you~~! She reflexively edges closer in case she needs to catch him.]

[He stumbles a little but stubbornly uses his numb arms to push himself up.]

[...It's strange to see him so weak. Asleep, yes, and vulnerable in that way, but--... somehow, it just makes it worse that his eyes are open. She hesitates a moment more before gingerly reaching out to assist him.]

I-I'm okay.

[.... it takes him a while, but one of his legs move to bend his knee, and he winces a little.]

[Really, Ven? Really? She's not so sure, but she's also not about to force the issue. She withdraws her hands, but stays close, just watching him carefully.]

[Okay, now to just heave that other useless leg over the edge of the bed--]

[....]

[Sure you don't need help, there, Ven? ~~Why you break her heart.~~]

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