We are all Voltron. [It sounds a bit silly, saying that out loud and only to Lance, not to a crowd or to leaders gathered for a Coalition meeting. But, it's the truth. Something she feels deep in her very being, even if her own doubts at being a paladin of Voltron still linger below the surface. Especially now, still emotionally torn about what had happened with Lotor.
But Lance is here. And as he says, he'll always be here for her, and at that her smile grows, drawing her legs up onto the bed and now resting her weight fully on him.]
You're a good friend. [Said with an honest warmth of her own, exhaled through a sleepy sigh. The honesty of what he says is noted, even through the haze of exhaustion and sick, but before she can truly compartmentalize what he means by it, acknowledge that how he says it echoes a lot of what she feels for him, sleep finally does claim her.
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But Lance is here. And as he says, he'll always be here for her, and at that her smile grows, drawing her legs up onto the bed and now resting her weight fully on him.]
You're a good friend. [Said with an honest warmth of her own, exhaled through a sleepy sigh. The honesty of what he says is noted, even through the haze of exhaustion and sick, but before she can truly compartmentalize what he means by it, acknowledge that how he says it echoes a lot of what she feels for him, sleep finally does claim her.
The tips of her ears are flush pink, and--
...she begins to snore.]