[Their one meticulously arranged bed is quickly turned into a bundled mess, sheets and blankets uprooted so they can be properly wrapped around and burrowed into and pillows turned into a cushion for the nest.
With a full meal in her for the first time - something cooked by a person who knows what they're doing and not her haphazard attempt at putting meat on the stove - Ninety-Nine feels some strength that's been at half-mast returning to her. Over the weeks, her metabolism has burned through the food and forage stores; that she's been fighting going manic for so much of their journey has only weakened her more. She needs the recovery much more than she lets on - or, perhaps more accurately, much more than she herself knows.
Because Hella is so tough, Ninety-Nine doesn't always have to worry about her getting hurt—but she knows that she can. When she mentions being sore, her expression immediately turns to one of gruff worry. When Hella's arm drapes across her middle, she wraps her much longer fingers around her wrist, pulling her close to check her over.]
If they're friends with Hella, then I don't think they're really bad girls.
[She frames it around their friendship because that's always influenced how she's seen the world. It's easier for Ninety-Nine to define things using that crutch. She's learning more every day, but stepping away from her one comfort isn't something she's interested in doing. Despite the framing, this is more than that: She likes them, these other girls, even if she doesn't think they would call her friend. This trip started with her only caring about getting one person to the other side, but now... She wasn't fast enough to stop Suzuha from being shot. She couldn't get to Kotoha in time. Maybe now that she's had more food -]
It is fast. We can't go backwards, either. There's no...stopping now that everything has started. [It's easier to talk about when it's just the two of them, but they've been on very different sides of the point of no return.]
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With a full meal in her for the first time - something cooked by a person who knows what they're doing and not her haphazard attempt at putting meat on the stove - Ninety-Nine feels some strength that's been at half-mast returning to her. Over the weeks, her metabolism has burned through the food and forage stores; that she's been fighting going manic for so much of their journey has only weakened her more. She needs the recovery much more than she lets on - or, perhaps more accurately, much more than she herself knows.
Because Hella is so tough, Ninety-Nine doesn't always have to worry about her getting hurt—but she knows that she can. When she mentions being sore, her expression immediately turns to one of gruff worry. When Hella's arm drapes across her middle, she wraps her much longer fingers around her wrist, pulling her close to check her over.]
If they're friends with Hella, then I don't think they're really bad girls.
[She frames it around their friendship because that's always influenced how she's seen the world. It's easier for Ninety-Nine to define things using that crutch. She's learning more every day, but stepping away from her one comfort isn't something she's interested in doing. Despite the framing, this is more than that: She likes them, these other girls, even if she doesn't think they would call her friend. This trip started with her only caring about getting one person to the other side, but now... She wasn't fast enough to stop Suzuha from being shot. She couldn't get to Kotoha in time. Maybe now that she's had more food -]
It is fast. We can't go backwards, either. There's no...stopping now that everything has started. [It's easier to talk about when it's just the two of them, but they've been on very different sides of the point of no return.]