There was a soreness to her that she hadn’t experienced to that degree before. While the details to her mind were still murky, she was uncertain if it were something caused by the events that transpired, or whether it was the sheer weight of him that caused such a thing. But she remembered that part, and was worried that perhaps he was drowning himself because of what happened. She had never seen Roscorro act like that, and part of her wondered where exactly it had come from, but she decided to wait and see what would happen. If he would be the one to bring it up or not.
He spoke to her, of a headache, and she began to bob her head in agreement before wincing and wading into the small pool as well. He smiled goofily toward her and she wanted to laugh at it, at this side from what happened the previous night. “Are you okay?” He inquired about her and she wanted to laugh again – instead, she settled with a snort and a grin gracing her features as she found her focus on his broad white and brown hued face. “Just as bad as you.”
Then, to clarify, she tilted her head slowly to keep the nausea at bay. “Do you remember what we did last night? It was… eventful.” She snorted in that half laugh again, doing her best to keep from pushing the blood to her head as though it’d cause her brain to explode. And she waited patiently for his response, perhaps a bit anxiously.
Solanis
