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Sasha was glad that Jerry was being a bit more positive. It soothed Sasha incredibly, the fact that he was trying to put at least some kind of positive spin on things.

When she moved forward to attack again, the creature struck at her, managing to scrape her calf.

"Oh, gosh if you wouldn't mind Jerry," Sasha huffed softly, whiffing Nona into a bit of the beast that took only minimal damage. There she was, being a big old doody-head again. Darn it.

"After this lets try and sneak into your room. I'm.. I'm just. I can't stand myself. Maybe I should have.. I don't know. I'm sorry, Jerry." She turned wide eyes towards him. "I don't need to be… I don't mean to… I'm sorry, okay?" Sasha was starting to look a little defeated, a little too despondent. "I'm … I apologize."

That wibbly stutter was starting to irritate Sasha, just like everything else was. She couldn't keep it at bay, but she was going to try her hardest to keep her horrible mouth shut. Jerry didn't deserve her biting words. Of all people, Jerry didn't deserve it. Inhale, exhale. Repeat. He'd followed because he was worried. He was her best friend, and Sasha was thankful for him.

"After we get you sh-shaved, would you l-like me to play the flute for you? I mean.. unless the doctor comes back before that. We… we still should get your face shaved before we meet with him, though."

The doctor was a division lead, after all.

Directing her annoyances towards the little creature they were battling against, Sasha sank Nona's ruthless hooks deep into the thing before ripping the weapon free. Nona thrummed with barely contained excitement; maybe she'd get release with the next monster that happened across their path.

<Promises, promises, my dove.>

Sasha sighed as the little semi-solid monster disappeared, turning to quickly grasp Jerry's hand in one of hers. She gave it a squeeze, shaking her head when he started to apologize.

"Stop, okay? J-just stop, Jerry. Take a deep breath. Do you want t-to sing right now? We c-could if you wanted to. Your dorm is really c-close, we could just.. just take a little break w-while you get your stuff… and after that we can just… go back to the caves." She looked like she was at a loss.

And she was highly agitated by the talk of sneaking into the doctors room. Sasha didn't even know where it was, and there was no way she would be caught in his room. Stealing. Not only that, but her papa drank - and he was always at his most… sensitive when he did. She'd always found herself in trouble when he'd nipped a bit too much, and it was during those times that she usually found a way to stay away from the cottage. There had been a few times that she'd curled up with Nannygoat just so she wouldn't upset her papa. He'd work himself into a frenzy looking for her, but she'd always been small and it was easy to hide from him when he was drunk.

Clearing her throat, loudly, Sasha tried her best not to give Jerry a withering look. She suddenly felt like she just… would rather be anywhere but here... with anyone but Jerry. Despite that, she kept her small hand clasped around his, a slight frown fixed on her face.

"Lets.. lets just finish this up. There's your room. Lets… I'm ready to go back to the caves after this."

"I do too," Sasha mumbled distractedly, creeping closer to his dorm room. Upon reaching it, Sasha fumbled with the handle. It wasn't locked, thankfully, and the door swung inward to reveal his room.

It was… a mess. Sasha made an annoyed sound. It would probably take them a while to find the shaving kit. Yet another frustration, one that a normal, happy-go-lucky Sasha would be able to deal with easily.

Not today. "Wh.. this .. did.. it's… not very neat in here."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Sasha rubbed her upper arms as if warding off a chill. This was nice, a moment to relax. Or something. Sasha reflected for a moment on the comment that Jerry had made earlier, about joking in reference to going into the doctor's room. Pursing her lips, Sasha watched Jerry from a distance as she mulled over that whole… thing.

Pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers, Sasha rolled her shoulders back in an attempt to relieve the tension that bunched the muscles there.

"The sooner we can talk to the doctor, the better. I just.. I feel so out of sorts."

Was she going to burst into tears upon catching sight of the doctor? Probable.

"Like I might yuck."

"You're right. I … I guess there is that."

Sasha jumped when she felt Jerry touch her shoulders. She fought the urge to slip away. Her tension could be blamed on the unnerving news they'd heard and Sasha knew it. The constant thrumming of annoyance, of frustration, could all be attested to the darned piece of paper, too. Exhaling loudly, Sasha dropped her head forward and tried to relax. She wasn't thinking about the impropriety of being in a man's room... alone with him. Jerry was her friend. He wouldn't try anything funny.

"I haven't been sleeping well, either, y-you know? Like.. Better, since y-you brought me my f-flute, but.. this is all so darned … fudged up."

Darned fudged up. Truth.

"I'm.. I know you keep s-saying that I don't need to a-apologize Jerry but… I just… I need a break. A visit to the country somewhere."

Alone. It sounded like Heaven.

He offered the perfect distraction, and Sasha perked at the thought of getting away for a while.

"Where would you want to go? I want to see France again. I miss it terribly, sometimes."

She eyed his squeaky leg, shaking her head.

"We both need a vacation, I think." Sasha gave his leg a distracted pat, stretching her back at the same time.

"I've been horrible to you today. I'm.. you know I'm not normally this… grumpy." Sasha picked at the fabric of her scarf before sighing. "I keep apologizing, too but. I really mean it."

"I'd never left the farm before becoming a hunter," Sasha offered a dry little laugh, shaking her head as she started picking at the hem of her scarf again. It was filthy, just like her jacket. By this time she was feeling a little calmer about everything, even if the fog and mists were an ever-present reminder of what, exactly, was going on.

Dipping her head so that she could get a good peek at him, Sasha lifted her brows in question.

"Hmm?"

She wasn't sure what his expression meant, and she certainly wasn't sure what he was going to ask. Sasha kept silent, watching him expectantly.