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[naytheist]

Very well.

[ Still calm and over confident, he holds out a hand, expecting the two of them to make their way to bed and lazily wrap in one another's arms.]

[pontificus]

[Her eyes move quickly down to his hand before she moves away.]

Please. I just mean to sleep.

[They may have crossed the line that there is no going back from, and part of her perhaps now regrets it. When once she was much happier, thinking she had it all just hours before. It seems broken now.]

[naytheist]

[ Cesare all but flinches when she moves away from him. He frowns and moves forward in concern. ]

What is it?

[pontificus]

Can I not be tired?

[She does not mean to discuss it, not until Jon tells her what went on between them. At the very least neither one seem to be in the hospital, but her nerves are already frayed. But she cannot let on. She just sounds tired, hurt almost. It's easy to pass off as fatigue now.

She cannot fathom sleeping next to him now, but then she has had to sleep beside worse men.]

[naytheist]

[Something isn't right, but he knows not to push it, not when she is like this. His body tenses up as he frowns.]

As you wish. Tomorrow then.

[And so he moves back to his room, panicked and concerned. They'll talk about whatever is wrong soon enough. They have to. Or at least that's what he tells himself.]