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[inmylight_commander]

[Kat's journal opens with a CRASH. Nope, the castle hadn't forgotten about all the components she'd previously wished for in order to make her impressive armory, a hangar, and the FALCON. One wish for breakfast as she was finishing her morning routine brought it all down on her in one fell swoop, and for someone unused to feeling at such a disadvantage she'd lost her balance directly into her desk.]

Damnit, what the hell?

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[inmylight_commander]

I'm not worried about her breaking into the hangar. [She's worried about YOU, Washington.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Then what are you worried about?

[inmylight_commander]

[Kat gingerly settles herself back on the bed, sitting hunched on the edge for a moment as she watches him. Was he really asking that question? That she was now right next door, and that Wash's shooter was here, why wouldn't she move back into the castle? She considers brushing the subject aside, as it's not really necessary for her to go into details, but she'd already brought it up this far; he'd probably press her for details one way or another.]

[Softly, a very slight lowering of barriers,] I want to make sure she's not going to do anything to you.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

... Kat. I... Wouldn't have guessed.

Thank you. I don't think she'll manage it... But you can never tell with South.

[inmylight_commander]

[It stings that he wouldn't have figured she'd try to protect him, not when he has a known enemy about. Of course, between her lengthy absence and what she can recall of the Elite incident, maybe she shouldn't be so surprised. Guilt gnaws at her as she settles back into bed and pulls the covers up. Her head was starting to pound, between the apparently excessive movements and the stress of the current conversation.]

I guess I haven't been too reliable. [A jab of self-hate in her words. Dammit, she shouldn't even be in bed.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I'm not used to people trying to protect me like that anymore. The other way around. I should have remembered you better than that, Kat. Wasn't being fair to you.

[inmylight_commander]

[Kat lays back in the bed and closes her eyes with a sigh. She feels like she'd been wrestling all night with a pack of hunters, and even this conversation is pushing her mental exhaustion, which just fuels her frustration at feeling so weak.]

[Softly,] I've been gone a long time.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I'm just glad you're here again, my friend.

[inmylight_commander]

I am too, Washington. Even with all this bullshit, I am too.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

And until you're feeling better, I'll be taking care of you. No arguments.

[inmylight_commander]

[Kat can't help the aggravated sigh that escapes her.] I shouldn't be in bed.

[Hope you weren't serious about that 'no arguments' thing, because the longer she's laying there the more likely she is to try and leave.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Kat, you shouldn't be up. You are ill.

[inmylight_commander]

I'm a Spartan, Washington, I shouldn't be -- I can just power through this. [Yeah screw this, she's trying to get up again.]

[It's not going so well.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You can't power through an illness.

[Pushing her back to the bed.]

[inmylight_commander]

I have to at least try.

[She goes down easy, far easier then she thinks she should, and the brings a hand up to her temples as her vision tinges with black at the edges for a moment.]

[Softly,] Washington, what is going on?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Please. Don't.

You need to rest. It's the castle's work.

[inmylight_commander]

[She presses her hand over her eyes.]

I hate when this place pulls shit like this.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Don't we all?