Even when she swayed a little on her feet, Juliet never leaned on Arsenopyrite, never tried to try her arm free from his grip. "I can make it back to my lodgings by myself," she said apologetically, "I'm sure you have things to do -- but I do hope you have a nice night, alright?" If she was a little paler than she'd been before, it must have only been a trick of the light; she was already a pale girl.
She could sleep. She didn't have school. All she needed to do was sleep, for a few hours, and it would be no problem again.
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