[It's some ungodly hour of the morning when Nami finally wakes up, sprawled uncomfortably across overturned barrels. Huh. Nice of the Malnosso to dump her back in the orchard again. A brief scrabble around with the one unbroken lantern shows the climatact is gone, and she hopes that just means one of her crew came out this way and took it home with
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Then she pulls the covers back, intent on crawling into bed, and freezes halfway through the motion as her eyes wander to check the other bed and realise her roommate is sitting up in the dark. She thinks. Maybe she's seeing things.]
...Vivi? [Her voice is soft and tired, and not entirely level.]
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[Dimly she registers the sound of rain still falling outside--the sound had lulled her to sleep earlier, so she'd stopped hearing it consciously, but now she belatedly realizes what that must mean for Nami. In fact, their room smells of damp, faintly, and further squinting at Nami's silhouette shows her hair pasted flat to her head. Vivi throws back the covers and swings her legs out of bed, wordlessly crossing their room to the dresser.]
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[She blinks owlishly, once, twice, before adding:] 'm sorry I worried you.
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[She can tell Nami's exhausted, so she'll make this quick and easy. She pulls a simple nightgown from the dresser--easily slipped on with minimal fuss--and takes a clean towel as well. She heads for Nami's bed, holding both out to her.] Here. You're soaked. [Her voice is still soft, but her tone brooks no argument. She's not about to see Nami getting sick again if she can help it, even if it's just a cold from staying out too long in the rain.]
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Nami takes them, dropping the nightgown onto the blankets and vanishing under the towel. She's weary, but Vivi's right, even if the reason why took a few seconds to really become clear. She makes an attempt at towelling her hair dry before just leaving the towel there, peeling her shirt off instead. There's a thin bandage around one elbow, but apart from that there's not a mark on her.
She's shivering a little-- it's not too bad. One hand gropes for the nightgown as she speaks. (Coordination. She has it.)] Anything happen while I was gone?
[Yawning.]
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[Eloquence is shot. The towel has slid down to her shoulders and she tugs it off, and then kicks her shoes off and peels damp jeans away.]
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Goodnight.
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[She's practically asleep before her head hits the pillow.]
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