[It's a hard jolt she doesn't need-- a mess she'd rather not have on her hands just minutes from just a moderately uncomfortable excuse for a mattress that might as well be Shangri-la-- but Chloe takes it in stride, edge of her newly freed up hand digging into the bone of her right eye socket while she presses out a patient, steady sigh. Leaving Tempest to grab at the spilled packets of food might not be her usual deal, but for the moment stooping over seems like miles of effort.]
Yeah, no, fine. No worries, darling. [A beat too long before she adds] Didn't catch you in the ribs there, did I?
Everything that delights me in life tbh
Yeah, no, fine. No worries, darling. [A beat too long before she adds] Didn't catch you in the ribs there, did I?