[Normally those sorts of things might make her blush, flick her tail and wave off such compliments with a hand while insisting she wasn't anything like that, "pretty" or anything... but his voice is calming, and his eyes too... there's something about them that makes her forget for a just a little while how hard it is to breath, how heavy and clouded she feels, how hot. Makes her smile absently, nodding weakly into the pillow.]
Sure...
[She meant to say much more than that. Something about the flowers. Something about her mother. Something besides just a childish agreement to a plan that had no real purpose or result except to play... but. Her chests flutter weakly along with her eyelids, and she seems to teeter on the edge between sleep and wakefulness. Maybe as close to sleep as she can get this ill.]
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Sure...
[She meant to say much more than that. Something about the flowers. Something about her mother. Something besides just a childish agreement to a plan that had no real purpose or result except to play... but. Her chests flutter weakly along with her eyelids, and she seems to teeter on the edge between sleep and wakefulness. Maybe as close to sleep as she can get this ill.]