[PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN]

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 3:23 pm

Blaire's smile grew a little. Benga seemed so happy and proud the last few hours when he managed to make her smile. It was really endearing to Blaire to see. She wouldn't have guessed that something so simple would have made him so happy as well.

She hugged the sketchpad close to her, glancing around. Bahamut hadn't returned yet, still shuffling about and poking in boxes and on lower shelves. If he had found anything by now he would have already shuffled on back proudly holding them out for them to see.

"A pencil or two and something to erase with would be nice," she mentioned.

She had no hope that any colored pencils would be laying around but something to sketch with that she could erase if she messed up would be nice. She could work with pens but after so long she worried her ability wasn't up to snuff. She'd rather not waste paper by having to tear it out because of a small mistake.

"Axew ew ew!" cried out the little dragon triumphantly. Blaire blinked, turning her attention to him as he came amble around a nearby shelf. In his little hands he held a pencil box and it sounded as if something was already in it.

"What did you find there, Bahamut?" she asked, leaning down to help him back up on her lap. Bahamut proudly displayed the case to her and upon opening it up there was a small sharpener, a little eraser that had been worn away with use and several pencils of varying sizes.

"Well, it looks like you came to the rescue, huh?" she said, patting Bahamut affectionately. The little Axew grinned widely, looking highly pleased that he had managed to find something that was needed.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 3:58 pm

Benga's grin grew a little wider as Bahamut beat him to finding anything else she asked for. He was a little glad the small dragon was able to find it however. They'd have been poking about quite a long time as it was. There was no telling how long it would have taken if Benga had to root through the boxes too.

"Well hey, thanks Bahamut." he praised the little Pokemon. "Looks like we've both done Blaire proud, huh?"

He reached out, patting the Pokemon who still stuck his chest out proudly. He couldn't help but laugh a little at that. In a way, he and Bahamut were quite alike. Just looking to make someone proud. He was glad for it. It gave him a few laughs.

"Suppose we can head out of here now," he noted after a few beats. He scrunched his nose a little. "For this stuff being in here, it sure has started to smell musty."

Nothing compared to the sewers but Benga was beginning to believe that he had a sensitive nose. He silently did blame the sewers for that fact. It seemed more and more now that they were giving him trouble every time they came out of them.

Benga didn't wait on a reply. He turned and situated her on his back again. With that done, he flipped the lights off, making sure Bahamut was following before he closed the door. There weren't many in this particular hall but as he moved to the more main ones, there were still people milling about.

"This a good enough place, you think?" he inquired, shooting a glance back at her.

Blaire wasn't always particular but with her art, she was. He wanted to at least make sure she was comfortable with the place they were before starting.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 4:50 pm

Blaire resisted teasing Benga about the musty smell. She had put it past her for awhile now though Benga seemed to be unable to do so as easily. Bahamut was quick to trail after them as Blaire was back on Benga's back, clutching her meager supplies to her and keeping a firm hold around Benga's shoulders.

It didn't take them long to find a spot, not with so many people settling down either into makeshift offices, lounge rooms or heading to bed early. Unless you could entertain yourself here it was hard to keep yourself moving about all night.

"This will be fine," she reassured, sliding from his back. Blaire leaned against the nearest wall, sliding down into a cross-legged fashion and setting herself up. Sharpening the pencil she patted the area next to her for Benga to sit at. Bahamut was content to sit at her other side, leaning his chin against her thigh in order to watch whatever she might sketch out.

Once he would sit next to her Blaire would lean against his side, missing the way Bahamut seemed to grow rather delighted with this fact. The Axew was quiet about it however, his eyes gleaming though he said nothing.

Pencil poised over the paper she took to watching those that passed and those that stopped, watching for a good situation to play out before her. Once she caught something she would begin to hurriedly sketch it out, circles and boxes and lines messily slapped over the paper as the basic frame before more pronounced, darker lines filled out detail and outline. She rarely got any shading down on any of them before the subjects moved away and she would pick a blank spot on the paper or turn it to a new one.

This process would last for hours, repeating itself. Occasionally Blaire would frown, furiously erasing whatever she had started. More often than not this happened as she spotted something that she felt was beyond her ability to fix after trying again and again to do so.

----[x]----

The sun had long since set on them, leaving them in darkness. This didn't bother Lance so much as the fact that the temperature had dipped. Aerodactyl touched down easily, leaning down to let his passengers off.

Lance slid off easily, having to pry Layla's arms from him first. She had been immensely terrified the entire time and convincing her to let him go now that they had landed had been a bit of a chore in itself.

"Come on," he urged, grasping her arm in his hand gently. "Let's get to the Pokemon Center and rest."

His words were quiet, reassuring. He worried about her health. They might very well have to stay put in the city until she was better despite his need and want to speak to his cousin. The stiff way in which Layla moved concerned him, putting his previous thoughts to rest. His hand found her forehead, resting there as he gauged her temperature. She didn't feel warm with fever but Lance did not know any symptoms about severe illnesses like hypothermia.

Lance scooped her up in his arms after recalling Aerodactyl. It would be quicker than trying to urge her to pick up her pace. She needed a warm bath, food and to rest. Lance would stay up all night and make sure she did not take a turn for the worst if he had to though why he was so dedicated to that thought was beyond him.

"We'll be there in just a few minutes and then we'll get you warmed up."

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 5:41 pm

Benga let her lean against him. He often leaned over her as well, watching she started to sketch. Most artists hated this kind of thing but he'd been doing it for quite some time. This left her used to the feeling or at least, he'd like to think of it as such.

It was rather quiet between them as she worked. Benga didn't mind the silence. In fact, he rather welcomed it. It left them in their own little bubble of sorts, even with a few people still milling about. This was something familiar and had happened often in the past.

He wished it would remain that way, but it seemed life had other things in store for him.

"Benga! Where have you been?!"

Benga stiffened, hearing his grandfathers voice. He was quick to his feet, meaning to run off but the old man was quicker, grabbing him in his arms. Alder laughed long and heartily as Benga's face flushed red within a few moments.

"And here I thought it would never happen! Congratulations, boy! You finally made a move!"

Benga's buried his face in his palms, trying his hardest not to groan. His face felt warm to the touch and anyone who still lingered in the halls shot a rather joyous or curious look. His grandfather would make sure every one knew now. At least he'd have less to worry about in the future.

----[x]----

The cold had sapped the warmth from her body and Layla hadn't even been certain when they landed. Her mind was in a fog, barely able to register what was around her much less that they had landed. Layla's body remained trembling, both out of fear and the cold that had viciously sapped the warmth from her body. She didn't want to move. It took her quite a few moments to register that Lance had taken care of that issue for her, scooping her up in his arms.

Her head pounded and she placed her fingertips at her temple as if this might help. Any noise simply caused the pain to assault her worse. She hated the feeling, hating being in so much pain and so cold.

When warmer air finally did fall over them, she hardly noticed it. She screwed her eyes shut to the light, winching as it also made her headache worse. It was going to be a miserable night at this rate. She didn't care as long as she could get warm and sleep. The ride had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

In her foggy mind, she briefly wondered if Lance was alright. He was still on his two feet but was he growing ill? She couldn't tell, couldn't even pry her eyes open to look at him. She nuzzled into his chest, trying to gain as much warmth as she could for the moment. Everything complained and she found herself in a rather miserable state.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 6:06 pm

Blaire was lost for a moment, so into sketching and observing those around them that it hadn't hit her at first what was happening, even when Benga had jumped to his feet. It didn't take long for the confusion to be replaced with embarrassment however. They really should have known that Alder would have come seeking them out with the gossip flying around.

Blaire's heart beat rapidly in response to Alder's loud cheer about their relationship change. He seemed far happier than either she or Benga had been and she wondered just how long he had been holding out hope for this to happen.

For a few seconds Blaire floundered for a response, unable to think of one. She wondered just how embarrassed Benga was, his face hidden behind his hands. No doubt his face was even redder than hers. She cleared her throat, lifting the sketch pad to hide the lower half of her face behind. Bahamut was quick to run around to Alder's side to take up cheering with the man.

"You-You seem way to excited about that, Papa Bear," she mumbled, her head ducked a little to hide behind her bangs as well. It was hard enough trying to keep her voice steady for the time being.

----[x]----

It was a quick thing to get into the Pokemon Center and get a room. It was one of the few Centers where a Nurse Joy had stayed behind to help those that really needed it. The nurse's eyes flickered in concern to Layla as she handed them a room key, pointing him in the right direction.

Lance was quick to get moving. At the door he had to fumble with the key, not exactly willing to put Layla down just yet. He pushed his way in, kicking the door shut behind him. Finally he set her down on the bed, rubbing her shoulders and arms in a bid to warm her up.

"Layla?" he murmured after a moment, ducking his face down to catch sight of hers. "Do you think you can handle taking a bath to warm up?"

If he had to he'd call upon Dragonair to keep watch on her in the bathroom. It would be the quickest way to warm her up if she could handle it. All the while worry and concern continued to wash over him in waves. He hated the feeling of being so panicked and rushed because of it.

Lance could only hope that Layla would feel better quickly.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 7:01 pm

Benga shook his head as Blaire spoke up again. It had been a few beats and even she was sounding rather sheepish in response. Both should have expected this however. It wasn't like they hadn't. That's why he had taken to avoiding him the rest of the day. Knowing his grandfather so well, he wanted to be a few steps ahead.

It clearly had not helped.

Benga finally let his hands fall from his face, his gaze averted as Alder laughed at Blaire's comment. He wondered how long he'd been waiting for this to happen; how long any of them had been. Part of him really didn't want to know. Had they been taking bets? It wouldn't have surprised him if anyone had.

"Of course!" Alder responded rather cheerily. "You've no real idea how long I've been waiting to see this happen!"

Benga's palm found it's way to his face again. He muttered something unintelligible, feeling rather bashful at the moment. He knew his grandpa had been waiting, something had told him that for quite some time. He simply hadn't expected him to make such a public scene out of it.

----[x]----

Layla hardly knew where they were headed. She tried to focus on what warmth she was able to regain though, shivers still wracked her spine in attempts to bring her body temperature back to normal. It wasn't until she was sat down again did she attempt to focus, the throbbing in her head only becoming worse as he spoke.

She knew she had to get warm otherwise risk things becoming worse. With a hesitant nod, she opened her eyes slowly, glad for the dim light in the room.

"I-I'll try," she responded, the words coming out rather slow.

Despite this, she was a little hesitant on getting up. The pain in her head had taken over a lot of focus but not she realized that her ribs were sore again as well. As she stood, using Lance as support, she cringed.

It was an agonizingly slow walk to the small bathroom within their room. When she did make it inside, she flipped on the light much to the protest of her headache and turned the hot water on full, only using a little cold to combat it. Despite her need for warmth, she didn't want to burn herself trying to regain her body heat.

Only when the door was closed did she begin to tug off her clothing. Dipping into the tub was slow process as well but her headache quelled a little, the steam in the room helping combat it. She'd spend quite some time inside until she was warm enough again.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 7:16 pm

Blaire could only blink, ducking her face behind the sketchpad. She could feel her face was warm at the idea that he had been waiting a long time for the two to hook up. While she was immensely happy to be sharing a growing relationship with Benga it didn't meant that she wasn't embarrassed about the way Alder was more than intent to look ready to celebrate that fact.

"Oh geez," she groaned. No doubt Alder would want to stick around, drill it into the two that he was immensely happy about this. It was the way he was. When something made him happy he wanted to celebrate fully.

"Please tell me you haven't been going around all day planning on celebrating," she mumbled after a moment, braving a glance up at Alder.

He was still grinning widely, his hand over Benga's shoulder as if to make sure he could not run off. Blaire would have to make it a point to give Benga a hard time later for nearly running off without her. It had been his first reaction but she could still use it against him when they were alone.

Blaire remained seated, still leaning against the wall. Bahamut was at Alder's side, glancing between the two triumphantly. Great, even her Pokemon had been looking for a reason to celebrate that fact. She was suddenly very glad that there did not seem to be a camera nearby. Alder seemed like the type would want to take photos.

----[x]----

After the door was closed Lance was left to pace. He stripped off his jacket and cape, hanging them over a chair to dry further. They had passed through the worst of the rain on their way here but his clothes had not yet dried.

He wondered what kind of havoc the cold and rain had wrecked on Layla's health. As injured as she was, too.... Lance shook his head, attempting to clear it of his worries. It wasn't like his thoughts would help Layla's situation.

The time passed slowly for him as he waited. He did not rush her, nor bang on the door. If she needed help she would call out through the door, after all. It was as simple as that. At least he hoped it was. Every so often Lance would catch himself in the middle of shooting a furtive glance at the door, his mouth twisted thoughtfully.

Clearing his mind did not seem to work and hew as forced to continue waiting, occasionally pacing the small room.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 8:11 pm

Benga shook his head. He seemed to be able to feel the grin on Alder's face. Not that that was unusual. The man was often times happy, grinning despite the situation they were in. He had a light way about life and worried about very few things, when it came right down to it.

"Perhaps I have!" He boosted, grinning wildly.

Benga shook his head, his hand falling back to his side. He was at a complete loss of words. How long had the old man been planning this? And why? If it really hadn't been for the day before when they woke up wrapped around each other, this might not have actually happened. Still, everyone seemed to have expected it at some point or another.

"You're going to kill us both," Benga taunted a little. "The blood rushing to my head is going to kill me."

Indeed, his face was hot to the touch. Alder only laughed at him, patting his shoulder rather roughly. Benga didn't mind it, he was used to it by this point. Still, the act of dismissing his embarrassment only left him more embarrassed.

"Relax," Alder teased back. "I'll be the least of your worries once everyone else knows!"

Benga groaned again. He didn't think about that. His grandfather was one thing but everyone else? He was dreading finding out what they would think or do at this point.

----[x]----

Layla remained in the tub until she felt too hot to stay in anymore. She wondered why that was. If it was simply because she had used to much hot water or if she had a fever. She hoped that wasn't the case but given the condition they had been in, it wouldn't have surprised her.

It wasn't until she moved to drain the tub and stand up did a wave of dizziness hit her hard, nearly making her topple backward. She placed a hand on her forehead, steadying herself before carefully stepping out of the tub. Grabbing a nearby towel, she dried off and slipped into her clothes again, the dizziness assailing her on and off throughout this time.

Layla resisted taking the pain killer. If she did end up ill, then she feared mixing too medicines if she needed something else. She had no idea what kind of result might from that after all.

Taking the jacket and hanging it on the back of the door, she flipped off the light before moving out, watching Lance for a moment as he paced. Had he really been that worried over her? It made her heart stir to know as such.

"I've been...getting pretty dizzy," she finally commented slowly.

She didn't feel too up for moving much less anything else. Her head complained again, a slight throbbing still there to assault her. She gnawed at the inside of her lip, hating the idea of getting ill now.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 8:28 pm

Blaire groaned. Alder was really enjoying himself with this turn of events. She finally closed the sketchpad. It wasn't helping to cool her face anyways and hiding it behind it was beginning to grow a little burdensome.

"If I could walk right now I would leave," Blaire pouted, stretching her legs out in front of her. She tossed a rueful look Benga's way as if to silently accuse him of jumping up and trying to run off without her.

For a moment she debated on crawling away, glancing around at the ground and the distance of the hallway. Her face twisted in thought for a moment before she shook that thought away. Too much effort and crawling had no dignity in it, anyways.

"Papa Bear, you're so cruel, cornering someone who can't run away!" she carried on, at least finding some form of footing that she could bounce up on in the conversation. Her face was still red and she had no doubt that Alder would continue pushing their relationship as the central topic.

"Did you stop flirting with that Sinnoh champ just to do that?"

----[x]----

Lance paused, turning to face Layla, his hands clasped behind his back. She didn't look too well and he found himself growing agitated at his choices for that. He pushed the feeling aside. It wouldn't do to let it rule him for the time being.

In just a few long strides he was at her side, helping her to the nearest bed. She felt warm though that could be from the bathwater she had been soaking in for so long, as well. Lance hoped she wasn't getting sick.

"Just lay down for awhile," he advised.

At the moment there wasn't much more they could do. He could always go and fetch her some food but what would be best? He couldn't be sure. Lance wasn't one who got sick often enough to need to know. Any illness he did have was brief and passed in only a day or so.

"We'll stay for as long as you need to," Lance carried on, a thoughtful frown on his lips.

For the time being he could forget his cousin. She was no doubt busy anyways. She always seemed as such these days. It wasn't as if she could maintain a gym under Genesis' laws. She was far too stubborn to adhere to their laws and wanted to fight back against them the instant they rose to power.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Fri Feb 08, 2013 10:04 pm

Benga watched Blaire as she mulled over her options. He could tell that she was considering crawling away but decided against it. It was probably a better idea. There was no sense in her getting hurt over a joke.

Alder laughed in response to her questions. He shook his head slightly after a few moments. "I don't know what you're talking about," he jested lightly back. "Besides, I need to congratulate my kids when they take a big step!"

Benga felt his face warm all over again. Alder considered everyone his children and he should have seen these things coming. If anything, he was simply happy for them. That didn't mean he couldn't embarrass them at the same time.

"Congratulate or tease?" Benga shot back only to earn a laugh from his grandfather.

He wasn't so hard to read, after all. Benga and Blaire had him rather figured out or at least, his playful side was. There was no telling when the man would grow serious but when the situation called for it, he assumed that much could happen and would. These were rare times, however, even now when things had gone rather sour.

----[x]----

Layla allowed him to steer her toward a bed. She laid down, already having tugged off her boots earlier. He seemed too worried for her to really not worry herself. From what she had seen a Lance the passed couple of days, he was no someone who had reason to worry about anything. In fact, he was a very confident man and was happy to show that side.

Reaching out, she tugged at his sleeve lightly. He didn't seem to know what to do next. Even as she drew the blanket around her, she felt some sense of relief but she wanted him closer. She wasn't sure how long he'd permit himself to leave her side as it was.

"Will you...lay with me? For a little bit?" She inquired softly.

She could feel her cheeks warming though whether this was from a coming fever or simply because she was shy about asking, she couldn't tell. Her body was warm, a little too warm now and she had a hard time telling if she was actually ill or not. She figured when things settled a little more, she would find out.

Layla averted her gaze slightly, feeling a tad bashful over it. "Unless you'd rather me eat first..."

If that was the case, she could wait. She wasn't really hungry as it was but she knew if she was going to combat some form of illness, she needed something in her. She worried that he would grow ill as well, though, he showed no signs of that actually happening.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:00 am

Blaire cleared her throat, head ducking again. Alder had a way with teasing them both it seemed. How long had he been planning and hoping for this opportunity? Blaire found herself weirdly curious. She took to slipping the pencils and eraser back into the little case as a distraction.

"Your laughing gives you away, Papa Bear," Blaire noted lightly, shooting him a look. Alder remained unfazed by it. Little things like this never rode on his nerves.

Still, she couldn't help but to smile, even if she did look a little put off by the teasing in public. A few people and their Pokemon had stopped to watch, pretending to speak to one another. Blaire could catch their glances, however, and knew what they were up to.

"Part of me is immensely glad you don't have a camera," she pointed out after a moment. He had never been one for photography though Blaire wouldn't have put it past him to have taken up the idea just to prod at them as he was.

Blaire's attention turned to Benga after a moment, holding out her hand to him. "Help me up?" she inquired lightly. "I feel really short down here!"

Compared to Benga and his grandpa Blaire was the shortest of them, not including Bahamut who still resided at Alder's side, waiting eagerly for what might be said next. No doubt Benga might take the opportunity to pick at her for it.

----[x]----

Lance was quiet for a moment, frowning thoughtfully at her question. The idea left his heart thudding loudly in his throat, a slow steady beat that resounded louder only now. Why she was able to have this sort of affect over him and his moods was beyond his scope of understanding. It bothered him in a way.

Trying to take his mind from those thoughts his fingers brushed over her forehead, searching for a feverish temperature. It was hard to tell this soon after a bath, however.

"That depends," he mulled after a moment, watching her expression as he spoke. "Do you want anything to eat or are you just going to pick at it?"

He had noticed that Layla did not eat a lot as it was. If she didn't want anything then there would be no point in fetching it. Really, all he was doing was stalling, however. It was a vain hope that within the seconds that would pass before he would relent and lay at her side that he might understand better.

Idly he brushed away the bangs from her forehead, a thoughtful frown still on his lips. This kind of behavior was unlike him and yet he could not reign it in, he found, not with Layla.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:29 am

"Don't put ideas in his head..." Benga responded before Alder could. "He'll find a camera and won't stop taking pictures..."

Benga was met with laughter again. No doubt the man would have thought of something later on if it hadn't been for Blaire speaking up afterward. He had to wonder if someone would lend him a camera or if he would find one. They would have to keep an eye out. No doubt, he'd take the opportunity when he had it.

He finally stepped away from his grandfather, helping her to her feet. He was careful about it, not wanting to hurt her. There wasn't much he could do for her when her ankle was so badly injured. He ignored the grin on his grandfathers face.

"You are short," he taunted a moment after. "And you'll never catch up."

He finally managed a grin at that, feeling a little calmer now. Alder chuckled at the sight but it seemed for the moment, he'd leave them be.

"I suppose I can bother you both later." He noted after a moment. "It is getting late, after all."

Benga figured that Alder already knew they didn't sleep over night nor did they get much sleep that day either. He was being considerate about it now. No doubt, somewhere behind his rather calm disposition, he was worried.

----[x]----

Layla felt her heart stir as his fingertips brushed passed her forehead. She inhaled a little, sighing a moment afterward. It was a nice, fluttery feeling in her heart, butterflies in her stomach. She liked the feeling and hoped he would lay with her.

Mulling over his question for a moment, she shook her head. She wasn't hungry at the moment, pain and aches running through her so much that she doubted she could even feel her hunger if it was really there. There were certain amounts of pain that simply did not allow someone to eat, no matter how hungry they were.

"No, I don't think I'd eat it anyways." She responded after a moment.

Layla hoped that he would lay with her, even if it was for a short time. She knew that he seemed rather awkward, even more so than she was. It was an odd feeling, knowing someone was more awkward then her. She welcomed it however. She wanted to get close to him.

She only hoped that in some way, he wanted the same. He seemed rather unsure of it all. She couldn't find a reason to blame him. No doubt, he had to wonder how all of this could arise.

It wasn't a moment later that she wonder what the others of Genesis might think, if they began to wonder if he was developing a relationship with a 'slave'. It unsettled her a little.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:43 am

"Oooh.... But, Benga, we talked about this! I might find a camera and start taking pictures left and right, remember?" Blaire chuckled at the look on Benga's face at that. Either way he would be the one stuck as the focus of the photos. She had to wonder if he recalled that conversation this morning or not.

She was grateful when he came to help her up, her hand lingering in his once she was back on her feet. Alder seemed to notice, chuckling a little and no doubt even happier about this. Blaire pouted Benga's jest, not exactly willing to let a chance to prod at him go quite so easily.

"Something tells me you're too happy about being taller than me!"

After saying this a smile soon found its way on her face, as if she had momentarily forgotten Alder was even there. Blaire couldn't help it though. Something about Benga made her happy and she liked showing that.

Blaire turned her attention to the older man when he spoke up again. She was as little relieved that he was going to hold them up any longer. She had been finding herself growing drowsy as the time had passed, after all.

"Ah, good night, Papa Bear! No stayin' up all night plotting things, alright?"

----[x]----

He nodded, watching her a moment longer. There wasn't much else he could do to stall after all. Something told him that denying her the simple request wouldn't help her much. Sometimes someone's emotions, how they felt, helped or hindered their healing process.

Wordlessly he sat at the edge of the bed, taking the time to tug off his boots. Lance was an organized man and he took care to tuck his boots under the bed and out of the way for the time being. Only when he was sure they would not be a tripping hazard did he lay next to Layla, watching her expression.

"You seem happier already," he noted.

Lance was quiet again, thoughtful. He took the time to observe Layla, her pink face and the way her damp hair still clung to her neck and face. Hesitantly he reached out to place a hand at her side, mindful of her ribs. Layla liked to cuddle that much he recalled.

He had no doubts that he should come to expect this more often. Lance would just have to grow used to that strange fluttering and stirring in his chest and the warmth that spread through with it.

"You're quite a bit of a handful, you know?"

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 2:19 am

Benga shook his head lightly though, he still smiled. He was happy that she was growing used to this all like he was. While he knew that within a day or so, they might be feeling bashful all over again, he felt that he was relaxing into it a little bit better. Given a few days, he hoped it wasn't such an issue.

"Of course," he responded lightly. "I am happy about it."

It had been a thing between them for quite some time. He liked to taunt her over her height. Most people were taller than she was, even some women. She always pouted over this fact, always felt shorter than everyone else. Benga found it rather endearing in his mind though, and really liked it.

He turned toward Alder, giving a slight smile. He had chuckled over Blaire's slight 'joke'. He had to wonder how much a joke that was.

"We'll see," he jested lightly. "I suppose you'll find out." Alder chuckled one last time before going on his way. Benga called out a 'good night' as he went.

"Well, that was interesting," he noted after a moment. He glanced at Blaire, wondering if she was getting wary or not. They really hadn't slept much so he wouldn't have been surprised. "Getting tired?" he inquired lightly.

If she was, he didn't mind taking her back to the room. No doubt, she'd want him to remain with her as well. After the fall and attack, she didn't want him out of her sight, it seemed. Not that he found a reason to blame her.

----[x]----

Layla smiled a little as he eventually laid beside her. He seemed to notice that she was a little happier over the fact. She was and she couldn't deny it. She wanted him to be close to her, even if it was a little awkward at first.

"Maybe I am," she managed to response.

She nuzzled into him as he laid a hand at her side. Her ribs complained at the movement but she did her best to ignore it. Her hand dug into his shirt again, enjoying the familiar warmth. Layla had to wonder what others would think later on. No doubt, rumors would be spread.

Layla did her best not to laugh. It only hurt when she did, even as a few chuckles passed her lips. It left her a little annoyed but it wouldn't last forever, even if it seemed that way.

"I know I can be," she responded. "I think you love it though."

Layla wasn't sure how he'd take the taunt. From what she had seen, despite his rather serious behavior, he was protective. Whether he knew this to be true or not remained to be seen. She liked it though, liked that he was trying to protect her. It made her feel loved, something she didn't think she would live long enough to feel, given the times and abuse.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:25 am

Blaire snorted in amusement, watching Alder amble away. Unless something was serious he was never in any great rush. He preferred to take his time. She shook her head turning back to Benga, her hand still in his.

She nodded slowly. Those two hours of sleep hadn't done her much good and it had gradually caused her to grow more exhausted through the day. Even just sitting and drawing had left her tired.

"Mmhmm," she answered, leaning against Benga, her head resting on his shoulder. When she spoke up again it was in a murmur. "Stay with me again?"

She could hear Bahamut shuffling closer to them though she did not see the wide grin on the dragon's face. While he was certainly happy about the two being together he wouldn't do much to pick at them. While he had joined in with the knowing looks Bahamut wasn't one to ruin a moment, even if he had many an idea as to how to do so.

Blaire hummed in thought, peeking up at Benga, gauging his expression. She was a little glad that many had left, only a few stragglers in the halls that might see them. At this point many probably already knew anyways. Still, she'd feel a little more comfortable when they were away from prying eyes.

"You're gonna get sick of carrying me around one of these days, you know that, right?" she teased, waiting for Benga to head them off in the right direction.

----[x]----

Lance stiffened as Layla nuzzled into him comfortably. The way that she acted one would have thought that this was normal. Lance had to wonder about that. What had her so insistent on cuddling with him. He felt like asking it out loud would only leave him more frustrated.

Still, he could at least humor her and play along. If it kept her in good spirits than Lance found he was growing more and more inclined to do so.

"And if I do?" he prodded, not without feeling awkward. Still, that stirring in his chest appeared again. He pushed aside any questions it brought with it.

His hand felt heavy on her side and he wondered if it bothered her ribs. He felt that if that was the case than she would say something or move it herself. At least Lance hoped that she would. It wasn't as if he could read her mind, after all.

"You should rest," he prodded after a moment. Layla really did need it. If she was getting sick she would need as much sleep as she could manage to speed up the healing process.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:14 pm

Benga had expected to hear that answer. She had seemed so tired earlier in the day, it was no doubt she'd be feeling it now. He would have been lying if he denied feeling the same wariness. They really hadn't rested in the time they had come back as they intended to.

He hadn't been surprised that she'd ask him to stay with her again as well. Benga was prepared to hear it.

"Of course," he finally spoke up, smiling slightly.

She really did look quite different to him now. He was learning of different things about her, things that he still wondered why he hadn't noticed them until now. Things were different, despite not thinking as such. He shook the thoughts from his mind, turning to help her onto his back so they could move again.

Benga laughed lightly in response as she spoke up. "No I won't," he responded rather cheerfully. "You know I don't mind it. If I did, I probably would have tossed you by now!"

He liked joking around with her. Unlike some, she could take it rather easily and not get hurt over it. Part of him was convinced this was what made them so close in the first place.

With the halls emptying out, it was quite simple finding their way back into the room. He flipped on the light only for a moment and sat her on the bed, making sure Bahamut was inside before he closed to door. He wondered if they should have checked with the doctor first but dismissed it. They both needed to sleep.

"Given how we haven't slept in the past day and a half, I doubt we're gonna wake up early tomorrow."

They really weren't early risers to begin with but Benga had to wonder what time they would pull themselves from sleep after going without it for so long. He hoped they wouldn't miss the entire day but figured it was very well possible at the same time.

----[x]----

Layla listened to his words, however slow and awkward they might have been. She hummed lightly in a silent response to him. She really did like the way he seemed to care though why this was, she had no inkling. It wasn't as if he had much reason to. At least, not that he had spoken up about.

"Hmmm, then that's okay." She answered after a few moment. "I'm glad that you care."

She really was. There had been so few in the past months that she had rather given up on kindness in humanity. Perhaps it was only to keep themselves alive that made some keep away from crossing into doing what was right. She stopped worrying about it long ago. Lance had done more for her in the past few days than anyone had done in months.

As he spoke of her resting, she hummed again. She nuzzled into him closer, rather contently. She wanted him to be close when she woke but knew he might not be too comfortable with the idea. Still, she figured she might try and suggest it, only to keep him close to her.

"Will you...stay with me?" She finally inquired.

Layla rather liked being so close to him, how warm he was and listening to his heartbeat was a comfort, even if it pounded against his chest at points. Still, if he didn't want to, she wouldn't protest. It was obvious he was attempting to reign the situation in. She didn't want to push him.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:32 pm

Blaire chuckled, burying her face in his shoulder as he made his way towards her room. At this rate, however, it might very well end up a shared room between the two. Blaire didn't mention that though. Whatever happened, happened, after all.

"And then I'd have to beat you up for tossing me around," she teased back.

It didn't take long to reach her room, Benga easily slipping inside with Bahamut following after. In that time Blaire had dozed in and out of sleep before Benga sat her down on the bed. Bahamut was quick to climb his way up, using the comforter as a ladder of sorts. Blaire took the moment to set her sketchpad and pencils on the table.

"I wouldn't mind sleeping in all day to be honest," she answered, fingers fumbling with the decorations in her hair. Though they looked simple to get on and off it wasn't always the case, especially when one's fingers were clumsy with sleep or drowsiness.

"Ax Ax Axew," crowed Bahamut as he made his way to the pillows, plopping down on them comfortably. Blaire chuckled at him. The little Axew always did enjoy making himself at home no matter where they were. It had been a long time since he had been able to sleep comfortably through the night outside of his pokeball as well.

----[x]----

Lance was silent, brooding over her answer. Did he care? He was finding more and more that that might very well be the case. Lance couldn't sure how to feel about that fact. For so long he had only ever needed to concern himself with Pokemon, not other people. Their safety and well-being was not of his concern.

Why was Layla so different?

He swallowed thickly as she pressed closer into his chest. For a moment he was still, not sure as to what to do. Finally he patted her back carefully, nodding his head though she wouldn't be able to see the action. He had no doubt that she was able to hear and feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"I suppose," he relented quietly.

Something told Lance that Layla had a better idea as to what was happening between them than Lance ever did. He wouldn't ask, however. It didn't feel as if it was something that should be asked about. Lance would just have to wait until he could speak to Clair about these things. She'd probably end up yelling at him in some fashion.

"Really, you should rest," he muttered, if only to change the topic. He hesitantly threaded his hand in her hair again, wondering if it would help her drift into sleep or not.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:08 pm

Benga moved over to the bed. Carefully, he reached out, helping her pull the hair decoration out. She rather did like these things though, at times, he found that she had trouble pulling them out. When he successfully got it out, he smoothed her hair, feeling a little bashful while doing so. He sat the hair piece on a nearby desk after a moment before sitting down on the bed as well.

"Well, I can't complain about that," he responded after a moment. He glanced at her, taking note of how tired she really was. Ruffling her hair, he laid down as well, already feeling a little more tired now that he was on a bed. "You best lay down too, before you end up falling asleep in that position."

He knew that she was rather tired. She had nearly fallen asleep on their way here. It was such a short time but it was clear enough to him. He wouldn't keep her awake. She needed to sleep.

Reaching out, he tugged her down with him, careful of Bahamut as he did so. He didn't want to disturb the little dragon Pokemon. He seemed content where he laid now. He kept an arm around her, suddenly very glad for the warmth between them.

Benga found in a short time, he was growing a little more used to this kind of interaction. He knew that it would be quite some time before he got used to it fully but for the moment, he was pleased with how things were moving.

----[x]----

Layla was happy to hear that he would stay beside her. She knew that it might have been an awkward thing for him but she wanted him close by, if only to keep the nightmares from assailing her. She hoped that his presence would keep them at bay.

She did her best to relax after that, closing her eyes to let sleep take her. She focused on his hand in her damp hair, quite like feeling that it was there. She was a great deal warmer now, with him beside her, and had completely forgotten the chill that had fallen on them that day.

"Okay," she finally muttered in response, keeping herself as close to him as she could.

Layla hadn't been aware of how tired she really was until now. Through the cold and the fear in getting to the city, she hadn't been aware how physically exhausted she had been much less mentally. Drifting off, she found, hadn't been as hard as she expected.

In what seemed like a few minutes, she was in a haze before drifting off completely.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:23 pm

Blaire felt her heart flutter in response to Benga removing the other hair piece, her breath catching in her throat for the moment. She could feel her face redden a little though she smiled up at him, even as he took to running his fingers through her hair afterwards.

"It'll be a nice change of pace," she answered, thinking back to all the sleep they had both been missing out on since Genesis' rise to power. Sleeping through the day would be a nice way to catch up on sleep.

Blaire didn't get the chance to flop down beside Benga and Bahamut. Instead she was tugged down by Benga, though she didn't so much mind it, not when she could contentedly nuzzle into his chest in place of the half of the pillow Bahamut had claimed. She found she felt a lot more content, even safer, when Benga kept his arm around her, keeping her close.

"Good night, Benga," she mumbled a moment later, sighing contentedly. "'Night, Bahamut."

"'Ew," Bahamut grunted in return, already half-asleep and curled up for warmth.

It wouldn't take Blaire long to fall asleep after that, a rarity in itself. She wouldn't complain about it, however. In fact, she wouldn't even remember falling asleep so fast in the morning as it was.

----[x]----

Lance kept quiet as Layla drifted to sleep, taking up idly toying with her hair. This was not a conscious action though he would not stop later when he caught himself doing as such. It had seemed to calm Layla, keep her comforted and a part of him wanted to make sure it stayed that way if she woke during the night.

In only a few minutes Layla had drifted to sleep, her breathing slowing. Lance allowed himself to heave a deep sigh after this, attempting to calm his own mind. It was still abuzz with thoughts, wanted and unwanted. It would take a long while before they would slow, allowing him to close his eyes.

Even then the occasional thought would assault him, drudging him out of whatever doze he had managed. He couldn't be sure how long had passed, unwilling to turn and rouse Layla from sleep just to look at the clock. The warmth he could feel from Layla's body, though less than his own, was a comfort and that left him confused.

Why would he feel comforted by Layla being at his side? He shook the thought away. Such things were becoming more common it seemed.

Finally he managed it, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:55 pm

Benga had been glad that sleep claimed them both rather quickly. His mind had been blank through the night though he felt he should have been a little more awkward over this. Perhaps it was simply because he was so lax that let him get used to this contact without much thought. He wasn't sure.

He slept through the night and when he did rouse himself, he found he had pulled Blaire rather close to him, an arm around her waist, keeping her from moving away. His cheeks inflamed as he realized this though he did not make a move in fear of rousing her.

Benga remained quiet in the dark, watching her sleep. He had to admit, she appeared rather peaceful in those moments, regardless of the trouble on the outside world. It was the one time, he felt, that things didn't bother people so much. Sleep in a way was an escape.

Benga sighed lightly, watching her for a while longer. He didn't feel as wary to fall back to sleep but he closed his eye, enjoying the warmth between them. He wasn't sure when she would rouse herself or even what time it was. Benga didn't want to move in case he would wake her.

----[x]----

Layla wasn't sure what time she drug herself from sleep. It was a slow process, slower than usual and she felt a little too groggy. All at once, she felt her body ache in protests but she made no noise to combat this. The ride on his Pokemon as well as neglecting the pain pills must have done it's damage. Her body felt exhausted and achy regardless of the sleep she had managed.

She was glad that she had no nightmares over the night. It would have only been another crux in the heart of it all. Layla sighed, trying to conserve the warmth she had regained through that night.

She found that Lance was still beside her, having fallen asleep at some point that night. She smiled a little at this. His arm was still draped at her side and she found comfort and warmth in this.

Quietly, she nuzzled into his chest again, ignoring what pain shot through her and listened to his heart beat. It was a slow pace compared to the times she had leaned against him before. The rhythmic beat was a comfort and she closed her eyes again, trying to allow herself to drift off to sleep. It was a light doze and a small movement or noise would wake her. For the moment, she just enjoyed being so close to him.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:17 am

Blaire couldn't be sure how much time had passed before consciousness returned to her. One minute she was bidding goodnight to Benga and Bahamut and the next she was only aware of warmth and being very comfortable. She was so comfortable in fact that she didn't move for some odd minutes, merely enjoying the warmth and what she could deduce had to be Benga keeping her close.

She couldn't be sure if Benga or Bahamut were awake yet. Because of this she remained still for awhile. It wasn't as if this bothered her. After awhile she finally moved, lifting her head to glance at Benga.

Blaire didn't bother to glance at the clock. The time wasn't important to her at the moment. No, she was just glad she had managed to get some amount of sleep through the night.

A moment or two passed as she glanced around. Bahamut was still sleeping and probably would until roused from sleep. He might even just roll back over and sleep further if that happened. The little Pokemon certainly loved his sleep.

----[x]----

Lance's wakefulness came in bits and pieces that morning. He became aware of several things in the span of as many minutes. The ticking of the clock was one such thing, sounding louder than it should have. Lance could even hear someone thudding down the hallway, their footsteps heavy and far louder than they needed to be. The warmth and hands clasping his shirt were one of the last things that penetrated his drowsiness.

All at once Lance felt his face warm and his heartbeat pick up at that. His body stiffened, a little surprised at the fact that Layla was nuzzled against his chest before he managed to calm himself. It took a few moments, having to recall that she had asked him to sleep at her side.

He snorted softly, patting her head a little awkwardly. "It looks as if you've made yourself at home," he murmured.

If she was awake she would respond if not than he would be stuck here for awhile. He didn't exactly have the heart to pull away from her while she was unaware. It was a strange feeling but one that was there none-the-less.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:20 am

Benga felt her shift and roused himself again. He wasn't fully aware that he had drifted off again in the time he had woken again. He heaved a sigh, attempting to regain his thoughts. He didn't act as bashfully as before, knowing fully well that he had draped an arm around her sometime during the night now.

He reached out carefully, ruffling her hair slightly, attempting to catch her attention. "Morning," he greeted with a slight smile.

Benga couldn't help but grin at how groggy she still seemed. Not that that was a bad thing. It wasn't like they had had much sleep in the passed few days much less in the time they were on the mission. If they drifted in and out of sleep through the period they remained here, he wouldn't have been surprised.

"Slept straight through the night for once, eh?" Benga taunted quietly.

They were so cautious more times than not, one or the other would wake. Despite the detest of it, it had become apart of their lives. It was actually a little concerning when this didn't happen. They both had slept rather deeply and he was glad they were in the base rather than out in the wilderness. There was no telling who could have happened upon them if they were out and about.

"How are you feeling?" he rattled on.

Part of him had forgotten that she was injured. He hoped that she was at least feeling a tad better.

----[x]----

Layla hummed as she felt him pat her head. He woke and stiffened immediately but part of her expected as such. After all, it wasn't like he was used to this. She was still surprised that she grew more comfortable with this then he was.

"Hmmm, if that's the case than you're a nice home." She attempted to taunt.

Her body was still achy and she would have to get the pain killer soon. She didn't quite care to have to rely on it constantly. She didn't feel sick either but there wasn't much telling at the moment. She still felt a little hot but that could have easily been from the blankets and staying so close to Lance over night and even now.

Layla's mind was still in a bit of a fog but she pulled back a little to watch his face. She studied the warmth on his cheek, finding that it was the first time she really had noticed it. Seeing him act so bashful was a tad different; he was so confident before. She smiled a little at that though, it was a drowsy smile.

She hoped the comment wouldn't push him to far from her. While she believed it to be true to her, she didn't want to make him anymore nervous or awkward than he needed to be. She didn't want to push him away with her advances, even if they were slow.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:34 am

Blaire blinked blearily at Benga, her hair messed up even further with Benga messing with it. She grunted something unintelligible, rubbing the heel of her palm against her eyes in an attempt to force the sleep away. It only did so much, her eyes still heavy. Blaire had always had a problem with sleeping. Either insomnia assault her or she did not reach that deep level of sleep one needed to grow restful.

She hummed in answer to his question, fairly sure that had been the case. She didn't recall waking at any point, at least. Blaire could only assume it was because she had slept straight through comfortably.

Burying her face into his chest she breathed deeply, contentedly. It had been quite a few weeks since she had been able to feel as if she did not have to rush up out of sleep, to get things done. It was a nice change of pace. Blaire couldn't help but think that it was even better because she was so near to Benga at the same time.

"Sore. Stiff," she grumbled.

Everything felt too tense, especially in her shoulders and back. This wasn't a big surprise. When Blaire grew stressed those areas were the ones that grew sore and tense because of it. With everything that happened with Genesis it was hard to fully relax. Despite that fact Blaire rolled her shoulders, attempting to loosen them up. It was a moot point, however.

"My ankle still really hurts," she continued after a moment. "And we should probably see when these stitches in my head can come out."

Blaire groaned at that list, lifting her head to look at Benga in the shadows. "What about you?"

----[x]----

Lance wasn't exactly sure how to respond. She was teasing him, that much was true though Lance was not used to this form of it. Something about it was less harmless. Somehow it was more intimate, in a way. Lance wasn't sure how though.

He continued to run his hand through her hair, taking it up quickly after her taunt. It was something to do while he tried to think of a reasonable way to reply. Nothing came to mind, however, and he was left to try and steer the conversation elsewhere.

"How are you injuries?" he questioned, glancing down at her. "Perhaps we should get you something to eat soon."

They wouldn't know just how sick she might be if she didn't get up anyways, if she even was sick. Lance hoped that this was not the case. They did not need her to be sick with her injuries as well. Then again their luck did not seem to be all that great recently. He had come to expect the worst already.

"It would be a shame if you withered away on me," he finally teased back, unsure of how she would take it.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:17 am

Benga studied her the best he was able in the dark. He mulled over what he was told quietly. It only took him a few moments before he realized how stiff she really was. he was a little concerned over that matter. He didn't like the fact that she had to deal with this kind of thing but what more could they do? She simply had to heal, however long it might have taken.

"Well, maybe you should take a warm bath later," he suggested after a few moments. "It might help with the stiffness."

Benga worried over her well being but didn't quite let it show quite so often. He knew she didn't care to be fussed over and it showed. He at least hoped that he would take the idea however. It could help, if anything at all. The pain medication could only hold pain at bay for so long.

"We'll head there later," he informed after a moment. "See what he might say about it all."

Benga found that they might have needed to go there the night before. They had both been rather tired and didn't think it was a great idea to go there while they were both so drowsy. They would have to get there sometime today while they were out and about at least.

"I'm fine," he answered after a moment. "I wasn't the one who fell on my head." He smirked a little, attempting to lighten the mood and ease his worries a little.

----[x]----

Layla sighed as he ran his hand through her hair. She quite liked the feeling, as innocent as it was. Still, he seemed to do it when he was in a deep thought. She didn't so much mind that fact. No doubt, he needed to think these things through.

At the question, she ducked her head slightly. "To be honest, I'm sore all over." She responded. Layla didn't quite like mentioning it but knew that if she held the information he wouldn't be pleased. "I'll take the pain medication when I get up. It should work for the worst of it."

Her ribs still hurt but she knew that would be a given. After the ride to the city, she was wondering how she wasn't worse off. Neither seemed to be able to tell if she was really ill or not and she knew he would want to be getting up to move soon.

Layla managed to smile at the small taunt. She was glad that he seemed to be relaxing in one way or another. It was a steady pace and she was happy that he was able to tease back. Two days before, she doubted that he would have.

"You'd miss me if I did," she teased back. "Though, I think I'd miss you if you disappeared."

Layla meant those words. She didn't want to let him go. It had scared her when he turned to leave her behind after their fight. Whether he actually meant to or not, she wasn't sure. Him insisting she take off on her own as well had hit her harder than most. She didn't want to leave him and she didn't want to be left behind. Layla hoped that in a way, he knew that.

Subject: Re: [PKMN Rp] Bring us Home [OPEN] Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:40 am

Blaire hummed in answer - a rather noncommittal sound. She worried about not being up and about on her own feet. Only a day had passed but she was not the patient kind and it didn't take long being immobile that she would grow mopey.

She smiled at Benga's attempt to lighten the mood. She appreciated it, even if she was a little too groggy still to fully show that. She was still for a moment, not responding right away. This was nothing new and she did this often enough when first waking up. It usually took her a little while to wake up fully. Finally she pushed herself up, tapping Benga's forehead lightly.

"You have such a hard head you'd be fine," she joked.

After a moment she took to watching him, observing him really. Blaire found more and more that she liked to study his expressions in the past few weeks. She hadn't understood it then but now she had an idea as to why she had been so keen on this lately.

She reached out, taking to toying with his hair. She really did love how wild and noticeable it was. It was unique and Blaire liked unique things. Occasionally her fingers would brush past his forehead, her touch rather light, gentle. It wasn't a side a majority of people knew about with Blaire. For all of her confidence and blunt attitude she was a rather gentle person when it came down to it.

----[x]----

Lance nodded at her answer, making a note to see to it that she did take those pills. He didn't need or want her in any unnecessary pain. Anything that could be avoided he would prefer them to be so. Still, it wasn't as if he could force Layla to do anything. He wondered why that was. It wasn't like his ultimate goal for overthrowing Genesis didn't include forcing others to release all of their Pokemon, after all.

He pushed those thoughts from his mind. They conflicted with one another and now was not the time for them to be dwelt over.

"Whenever you're ready to be up and around, I suppose," he noted.

Neither seemed to move, not at the moment. Lance wasn't sure why he could not seem to get his body to get up and moving for the day. Something in him, something he didn't seem quite conscious of, seemed to want to force him to remain at Layla's side, playing with her hair. Lance wouldn't admit out loud that he was finding himself growing used to this situation.

He glanced down at Layla as she spoke up, her words a little quieter when it concerned him. He frowned, wondering what brought this on. Lance quickly brushed it aside, scoffing as he did so.

"All your worrying is for naught," he scolded. It was rather light, however, and Lance wondered if Layla would pick up on that. "Does it look as if I'm going anywhere?"