[ She doesn't sit on the edge of the bed so much as collapse conveniently in the right spot, her knees buckling. It doesn't matter that it's unmade -- all the easier to fist her hands in the sheets as Prax comes over to sit beside her.
He's less fatalistic, but the words are unconvincing. Maybe he's right, and they didn't specifically kick her off, but she can't see herself leaving them unless it was still bad. Irreparable. The hand on her shoulder is more comfort than she expected to get, and she does her best to compose herself and look at Prax instead of staring at the floor. To steady her voice as she speaks again. ]
I'm sorry you've had to keep this too. I'm telling them, but I hope it doesn't come back at you at all.
[ he can't really assess the situation. he doesn't know whether she'd leave of her own accord. he could imagine it, but he isn't in her head. he can't really tell. ]
[ miller strolls in, late afternoon, about the same time he always does really. he feels responsible for this place since he cracked the code, but also for prax . the botanist has been slaving away in here ever since, working, teaching. between himself and amos it's any wonder the guy doesn't just collapse.
as is customary, a protein bar goes flying for prax's head. think fast! ]
Status report, beratna? [ oh yeah, they're on beratna terms now. ]
[ prax does not, in fact, think fast. he doesn't, and so the protein bar bumps against the side of his head and then he has to scramble to catch it before he hits the ground. he manages, at least, but miller, pls. greet him before you throw stuff at him so he can at least look up first!
anyway. protein bar. that's a good idea. ]
Thanks. [ he mutters, unwrapping the bar and taking a bite. he realises, as he does, just how hungry he is. it's something he keeps forgetting.
and then beratna sinks in and he smiles a little. he doesn't speak beltalowda, but he does understand this much at least. ]
[ miller doesn't apologize or otherwise show that he understands it's immature to throw things at people who aren't looking. HE DID HIS GOOD DEED GET OVER IT. ]
Okay. Can you tell me how much progress without all the science mumbo-jumbo?
[ it's fine. prax is counting the protein bar as apology and offering at once and munching it, not minding the assault on his person. as far as assaults are concerned, it was a very harmless one, after all. ]
Good. So what are we lookin' at for a timetable, you think? [ he glances around idly. ] Hey... where's your shadow? You know, the one in the shape of a bearded gorilla.
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