[ The stairs feel daunting. The aches and pains left over from the fight at the Ministry have no problem reminding her of their presence as she drags her feet up to the second floor with Poe. They've both looked a hell of a lot better. But hey. At least they're still together, right? ]
Don't be dramatic. I'm fine. [ She says dismissively with a sigh. Doesn't matter if that's true or not — she'll say it anyway. Even though there's definitely a cut above her eyebrow that's gone sticky with blood, and her ribs are probably bruised from catching the fringe of an Expulso Curse. Not to mention all the various nicks and cuts she can't be bothered with. ] Nothing a few hours of sleep won't fix.
[ Or a few hours of laying awake staring at the ceiling, since sleep seems a bit of a reach right now. ]
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Don't be dramatic. I'm fine. [ She says dismissively with a sigh. Doesn't matter if that's true or not — she'll say it anyway. Even though there's definitely a cut above her eyebrow that's gone sticky with blood, and her ribs are probably bruised from catching the fringe of an Expulso Curse. Not to mention all the various nicks and cuts she can't be bothered with. ] Nothing a few hours of sleep won't fix.
[ Or a few hours of laying awake staring at the ceiling, since sleep seems a bit of a reach right now. ]