[ She shifts a little so she can lie back a little more comfortably, shifting onto her good shoulder so her back is against the wall. Brow furrowing as she looks up at him, she wills herself to clear the double vision swimming in her eyes. ]
M'not hungry. [ She murmurs, curling up under the blanket and blinking a few times. ]
no subject
M'not hungry. [ She murmurs, curling up under the blanket and blinking a few times. ]
Where'd we land on that whiskey.