ƒ015. planes, trains, and lobby benches

[msattentionspan]

[It's been a few days since the kids left and Faith was tired before, but now? Oh, now she's flat out worn out. She's laying on a bench in the lobby of the castle. Not quite making it out of the castle that morning, just opting to nap there.

Waking up she's not even sure what time it is, but she grabs her journal.]

Shit... kids just take a helluva lot out of you.



((ooc: this is the seriously delayed second-half of Faith's recent temporary loss. She's now sapped of all of her strength (slayer and what she usually has) and eventually it will all go to Buffy for a week.))

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[valuedstrength]

[But doctors help! No really he kind of gets the aversion so he'll just sigh.]

I make no promises if you start coughing up blood. Where do you want to go?

[msattentionspan]

Where'ver you're goin'. [She TRIES really hard to make that sound seductive and coy, but let's face it, she's near death.]

[valuedstrength]

[He never would have gotten it anyways. If he did he would just be incredibly awkward. It's a thing.]

I was going outside to draw. Maybe the fresh air will help. [He's going that way.]

[msattentionspan]

Yeah. Sounds good. [Not that she can go anywhere else... not with him carrying her.]