Her answer was another whimper. She squinted, irritated with how pathetic that had sounded. She fought him though when he pulled at her, escaping somehow and swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress. She stumbled towards the food chute and choked out an order for fruit juice, klah, water, and bread. She had no idea what would work, but they’d be sure to get quick service in a bronze’s quarters.
The drinks arrived quickly and she got the tray to the table without spilling anything. She tore a tiny piece of one of the plain rolls and popped it in her mouth, tracking R’ger’s progress towards her warily. She needed to get the nausea down before she could speak and find out what had happened last night. He didn’t look much more covered than she did.
But he did look nice rumbled and a bit bleary. She decided that despite the situation she liked seeing him in the morning before he had the chance to get into wingleader mode. She grabbed the juice first, took a careful sip, and set it down, reaching for the klah. Fruit was far too sweet, she would have to remember that. Though she had no intention of ever doing this again. She managed half of the mug before clearing her throat softly, eyes narrowed against the headache. “Good morning,” she tried politely.