#bernadetta 1.3

[frigidsurge]

[ TEA ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Some students, having anticipated a small selection, bought their own tea.

"Lady Bernadetta?"

Her tone speaks of relief, the shy girl's presence naturally putting her at ease despite the fact she's not really in a mood for talking.

"Oh wait, you didn't want to be called that, right? I'm so sorry I had been a little out of sorts recently."

She shrinks into herself, embarrassed but remains honest about her own feelings in a display of trust the other girl most likely wouldn't understand.

"Would it be okay if we went somewhere quiet? I believe I need some rest."

[frigidsurge]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

She cannot fall apart.

She cannot break

It's not the pain; she should be able to keep quiet and swallow it down until it's all just the quiet drum of fear.

Another tragedy in her past.

Who is she kidding? Her eyes have already welled up in tears, and she's been incoherent in her distress for a while already.

She can see the white bandages on her hands wrapped firmly as if to hold her together.

The treatment might cover up the preexisting scars, but the worst of it was seen already anyway.

Her breathing evens, her voice is no longer screechy, and her eyes are less confused.

She speaks quietly.

"Hey Bernie?"

They hadn't talked much since the ball, but Tine still remembers that the other girl doesn't like the title of lady.

"Thanks"