[Aubrey hasn’t moved much since passing out, save the tilt of her head to the side. (Towards him.) Which means she’s still flat on her back, just as he left her. And there’s a delay between seeing him rise and then recognizing, still groggy, that he’s up, and talking to her.
[And yawning.]
Mmh… [It’s a wordless mumble, warming up the vocal cords, as one hand trails instinctively to the area in question. She doesn’t look, but it feels dry, if stained from the outburst. (Ah, yeah. That happened....)
[The yawn catches up to Aubrey, too—though it gets cut off prematurely because apparently any little thing will aggravate this stupid injury. Aubrey fixes her eyes on the ceiling, frustration creeping in again, but… generally, she’s fine as she can be. Her hand stays dry.]
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[Aubrey hasn’t moved much since passing out, save the tilt of her head to the side. (Towards him.) Which means she’s still flat on her back, just as he left her. And there’s a delay between seeing him rise and then recognizing, still groggy, that he’s up, and talking to her.
[And yawning.]
Mmh… [It’s a wordless mumble, warming up the vocal cords, as one hand trails instinctively to the area in question. She doesn’t look, but it feels dry, if stained from the outburst. (Ah, yeah. That happened....)
[The yawn catches up to Aubrey, too—though it gets cut off prematurely because apparently any little thing will aggravate this stupid injury. Aubrey fixes her eyes on the ceiling, frustration creeping in again, but… generally, she’s fine as she can be. Her hand stays dry.]
Guess not.
[How fortunate.]