A Tablespoon of Feather
There were two types of stillness in her, Brienne reflected. Or rather, two types of mindsets behind the stillness. One was her attempt at behaving like an allistic around people she didn't know, and the other was genuine peacefulness, and the two were as different as night and day.
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"Ariadne?"
The black girl jumped a foot in the air, a frankly impressive feat. "Yeah?" she replied, strained.
"Altaria won't mind if you actually get some rest while she's healing."
"I... eurgh-" Ariadne scrubbed at her hair and groaned her indecision.
Brienne, however, was tired and aching all over, and in no mood for trying to nap upright in a hard Pokemon Center waiting room chair. She suspected Ariadne was in similar condition, whether or not her friend was capable of showing it.
Making up her mind, Brienne placed gentle guiding hands on Ariadne's shoulders and started tugging her around towards the exit. Ariadne shivered a little at the touch, stressed as she was, but didn't pull back, and Brienne breathed a sigh of relief.
"It'll be alright," she reassured her. "Altaria won't be awake until morning at least, and you're not doing anyone any good just sitting here. You won't be missed, I promise."
Together they walked out the door.