You're welcome! <3
Pain is not a foreign concept to Demi. Even before she was faced with the brutality of La Quinta, she knew pain. Her feet bore the tell tale signs of years spent dancing, of bandaging them up and gritting through the pain in order to perfect this move or that. Her muscles knew the dull ache of hours spent honing her artform. Still, this was a different kind of pain. The sort of pain she knew she had to endure, she couldn’t just toss her pointe shoes to the side and call it a day. No, she had to grit her teeth and push through this if she wanted to feel whole again.
“My ballet teachers used to tell me that same thing,” Demi quipped, rolling her shoulders as she toss an unamused expression in Lita’s direction. “You better call tomorrow, because I’m not a woman you want to scorn.” she added, her expression shifting into one of amusement.
Demi’s already shaking her head ‘no’. She’s never been one to drug herself up to rid herself of pain, even if it would be on doctor’s orders. “No, ibuprofen should be strong enough,” she replied, “And if it’s not I’ll just wash those down with some wine. Alcohol fixes everything, right?”
Thoughts of how they were going to move forward with this hadn’t exactly crossed Demi’s mind. She had always been a live day by day short of person, more so now that the world had gone to hell. Still, it was a thought that flitted through her mind once or twice. She wasn’t real keen on going to the medical center, especially not now that it was teaming with government types with guns. It reminded her too much of La Quinta, even if the folks over there weren’t locked up. And, she had a feeling it wasn’t wise to have Lita coming over to the Capitol all the time. So far it seemed Lansing only had her in his sights, but what would he do to an outsider visiting her more often than seems strictly necessary? Demi wasn’t about to go putting her doctor and new friend in that kind of danger. They would figure something out, of that she was positive of. But, as with most things it was going to be a bridge she decided to cross once things came to that.
“Gotcha, drink water and not wine, have help -- preferably in the form of a muscular man, or in a pinch one of the Stepfords,” Demi ticks off, grinning all the while. “That last one you don’t have to worry about though, because I’m prideful as hell and am not about to show a chink in my armor to those women.”
When Lita announces it’s getting late, Demi looks down at her phone for the time as well. It is getting late and the other woman still has to make a trip back to the medical center before it gets to be too dark. While she would happily extent and invitation for Lita to crash here, she also knows she wouldn’t subject the other woman to the Capitol for longer than she absolutely has to. After all, these are the same people who killed her best friend’s boyfriend - she has to imagine there’s bad blood forming, though Lita has never said anything about her feelings towards the Capitol men.
Demi made her way towards the door to see Lita out, all the while smiling in response to her grateful words. “You don’t know how much I needed company that wasn’t Isaac or the Stepfords, so I should be thanking you.” she replied, far better at expressing her own gratitude for the other woman’s company.
“You’re welcome, and next time I promise not to run Isaac off so you can get a look at him in person.”