[she can totally imagine him posing, and regardless of how embarrassing it may look in real life (and...in her mind's eye...) it does bring a fond smile to her face, lazy and easy, and she messages him back:]
Thank you, Lance.
[even still, she does take a few ticks to freshen up. because her room feels clouded over in general Ick though that more stems from her feeling under the weather and less that it's actually gross. but she does rebraid her hair into one long plait, and when he does knock on the door she's sitting up on the edge of her bed.
and the moment she opens her mouth to respond, she coughs, sounding a bit phlegm-y.
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Thank you, Lance.
[even still, she does take a few ticks to freshen up. because her room feels clouded over in general Ick though that more stems from her feeling under the weather and less that it's actually gross. but she does rebraid her hair into one long plait, and when he does knock on the door she's sitting up on the edge of her bed.
and the moment she opens her mouth to respond, she coughs, sounding a bit phlegm-y.
...a pause, as she regathers herself.]
You may come in, Lance!