[She takes the cigarette in between two of her fingers, and blows out a small puff of smoke before shaking her head lightly.]
Not since--
[With a sigh, she trails off and looks away, creating a long moment of silence. It's as if she doesn't quite know what to say. But when she looks back and finally figures it out, it'll be with a response that's as good as saying, "Yeah, sure, I'll help you out" from her. He is, after all, in the same situation, and she's sympathetic to that.]
[And that feeling would be correct. She doesn't refuse the contact (in fact, it is welcome on some level), but she doesn't exactly move into it either, instead electing to just remain sitting still. However, there is a quiet, but frustrated, sigh in there before she takes another drag on that cigarette. For a variety of reasons, he's not the person she wants to talk to right now.]
I'm fine.
[Of course, that's complete bullshit, but she does not want to get into it. At all.]
[She knows he's worried about her, that she's not doing a very job of convincing him she's fine. Really, she's not, and the longer the exhaustion wears on, the harder it is to hide. What happened just a few short days ago shook her, more than she thought it should. She feels so stupid for this, so pathetic. So weak. And she hates it.
There's no point in denying that she needs sleep. She does need sleep, and it's painfully obvious. But she hasn't told him anything about what she saw, why exactly she hasn't been able to sleep, and she doesn't intend to. She sighs, heavy, resigned.]
[There could be something sketchy about the sound of this. Maybe, but she'll keep asking. ... At the same time, though, you'd better not be pulling her leg. She's really not in the mood for it.]
[Normally, this one would completely laugh off the idea of teas and herbs. Or at least raise an eyebrow at them. She's never been the... natural remedy kind of girl. Cigarettes and alcohol usually solve all of her problems. However, right now, she's so stressed and so exhausted that she's receptive to any suggestion. Her voice is quiet, and as tired as her eyes.]
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Not since--
[With a sigh, she trails off and looks away, creating a long moment of silence. It's as if she doesn't quite know what to say. But when she looks back and finally figures it out, it'll be with a response that's as good as saying, "Yeah, sure, I'll help you out" from her. He is, after all, in the same situation, and she's sympathetic to that.]
I'll see what I can find.
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How're you holding up?
[Normally he'd come up with something like 'you look like hell.' But he has a feeling she's not in the mood for that right now.]
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I'm fine.
[Of course, that's complete bullshit, but she does not want to get into it. At all.]
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[He's been growing increasingly worried about her, his cigarette quotient on par with hers. The sooner she could sleep, the less he'd worry.]
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There's no point in denying that she needs sleep. She does need sleep, and it's painfully obvious. But she hasn't told him anything about what she saw, why exactly she hasn't been able to sleep, and she doesn't intend to. She sighs, heavy, resigned.]
I know.
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Can't say for sure whether or not it's a dreamless sleep, but there's a pretty snappy spell that can knock you out like a light.
'Course it'd be hair of the dog, but, uh... Hey. Throwin' it out there.
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... Does it really work?
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Pretty efficiently.
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Define 'efficiently'.
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You have anything particular in mind?
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