She'd been all bright smiles and energy for the entirety of the project. So it was quite disconcerting to see her, curled up in a ball in a shadowy corner of the hallway, looking pale, and ill.
"Taysia?" He called out cautiously, unsure how to react. "Are...you alright?"
She looks up then, and now he sees the dark circles under her eyes, the shakiness to her hand as she waves him off. "I'm fine." she says with a wane smile.
He chooses to approach. "You don't look fine, what happened?"
She shrugged, looking down. "I only got a couple of hours of sleep." She admitted in a low tone.
He blinked. A couple of hours?! He slid down the wall to sit next to her. "Why did you get so little sleep! How are you still functioning?" He demanded.
She shrugged again. "I was needed."
"You could have gone home hours ago!"
"Call me stubborn."
"You are." He agreed, hesitantly rubbing her back, she tensed, but then relaxed, resting her head against her knees again with a quiet mmm in response.
-Inspiration from staying up all night
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