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[ frowns ]

... Even if that ability means you don't physically need to, Luci...

[ a thinner smile, ]

I already spent quite a long time sleeping, so I don't plan on doing it for a while.

[

Oh. Her expression darkens, just briefly - ]

. . .

Then... is it okay for me to stay here for a few days...?

... If you don't want -

[ a pause, correcting herself ]

If you say no, then I'll go home, but I'm worried about you...

. . . Well, if it's okay for you, it's okay for me. But, I have a few rules if you do stay over.

Okay. What are they...?

You can't look under the bed or in the closet, or anywhere that isn't open for you to look, in this room.

If you hear something strange, you can't look at it or ask about it.

No matter what, you can't clean my room.

If you don't follow these rules for the next few days, you can't stay over.

Um, are you -

[ asking if he's hiding something would definitely be a violation. ]

... Okay . . .

[ said a bit uncertainly . . . ]

Then, you're welcome to stay.

[ headpat ]

... What can I do, if I can't help you clean...?

Can I make tea...? Do you want snacks...?

Rather than snacks, you should eat a proper meal.

[ getting himself up and out of the bed ]

Um - it's true that I need to eat and you don't, but I was talking about you... if you want strawberries, then I can go to the grocery store for you while I'm here, can't I...?

You could, but I don't need it. Now, give me a moment, please.

[ going for the door ]

But you like them, don't you -

[ oh ]

Okay...

[ he's out ]

[ bye................

while he's gone she looks around the room - not getting up, just scanning with her eyes idly as she waits, eventually crawling back beneath the sheets ]

[ if she looks to the ground she can see bits and pieces of thread, a variety of colors, all short and cut up.

coming back in with a tray of food, now ]

[ ???? Mystery

Smiling at him as he comes back, naturally still not looking too directly but her expression is no less warm for it. If it wasn't for that, or for how haggard she looked earlier - looks, still, much of it lingering - it'd almost seem like nothing happened. ]

... Welcome back...

[ watching for that, and setting the tray in front of her - it's a bowl of something cinnamony ]

Mm, I'm back. Here.

[ opens her mouth to protest a bit more - she isn't hungry, she's fine, more than that, shouldn't she be the one taking care of him? He can see that wheel turning in her head, it's so obvious, but

She can't waste food. So she dips her spoon into the bowl, blowing gently on the contents before sliding it into her mouth ]

... This tastes nice! What is it...?

[ rummaging through a drawer while she eats ]

Guymag. It's flour, butter, and some water, with cinnamon for flavoring - it's a simple meal, but it's good for warming the body up and giving strength.

That's really simple . . .

[ pleasantly surprised. maybe she could learn to make it too.

there's a small bit of time she spends watching him, but her attention is rapidly just taken up by eating - it doesn't take long before the bowl's empty. ]

Oh - my.

[ looking to her, ]

Would you like some more?

[ averts her eyes a bit as she extends her bowl, less out of embarrassment - when has dia ever been anything but entirely shameless in her enjoyment of something, after all - and more like

From his face. It's not remotely intentional. ]

[ . . .

taking it, moving for the door ]

I'll be back in just a moment.

Um, I'm not... I can get my own food at least, can't I...?

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