" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. " -from vox to vel
And that was the worst reassuring tune that she's ever put on. It's not settling even to herself, which is saying something, because usually it was easier to lie to herself over these things. Truthfully, she felt like shit and her head was pounding, to the point that even being sat up on her seat was almost too much. She sighed and lifted her head to look at him, shoving her phone to the very end of her desk.
Velvette took a moment to just adjust her eyes back to the light of her office, eyes squinted a little to catch sight of him before eventually just gave up, setting her head back in her hands and rubbing at her eyes. "I don't even know four different languages. Must've been an error on the phone." Her stubborness is talking at this point, unwilling to admit to herself that she doesn't feel well.