"Ah-ha!" Tina said triumphantly, finally locating the dice. Spock had put them somewhere that was probably totally logical by some standard of his, but which Tina would not have thought to check if she wasn't going over her quarters inch by inch. Why her jewelry box?
She tried to fight down a new wave of frustration with Spock. He hadn't moved her things around maliciously. And, yes, he had either left his rooms or ignored the pounding and yelling at his door even though she'd informed him that she was coming to his room to see him on her break, which was obnoxious and childish. But she'd said something
stupid and hurtful, and he wasn't well.
But Tina wasn't exactly well either, damn it, and it was so tempting to be pissed off at someone.
She took deep breaths as she gathered the rest of her Dungeons & Dragons gear, determined not to focus her anger (and fear and anxiety and sadness and indecision...) on any of her friends. Dragon-slaying. That's what she needed. Maybe several dragons.
And talking to her best friend, and pouring her heart out about this mess, and maybe fixing the weirdness between them over McCoy. Or at least trying to.
A few minutes later, Tina was pressing the chime outside Nyota's door.