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Every move that Sasha made seemed mechanical. It was obvious to anyone who spared a glance in passing that the young woman was running on auto-pilot. Right now instinct and Nona both were demanding that she find a place to rest. A place where she could get out of the wet clothes she was in so that she could warm up; a place that preferably had a bed, though honestly if there were none the floor would work just as well.

Jerry's jacket hit the floor and Sasha's soon followed. Next came her scarf; her hair, ratted horrendously into a matted braid, hung down her back. It was a good start, getting rid of the sodden jackets, and thanks to the barriers outside Sasha was already feeling warmer.

Next stop: bed.

Sasha froze in her tracks and slowly turned around to face Jerry.

"No! N-no! Don't leave. P-promise."

Her hands instantly clapped over her mouth, but an urgent, irrational fear darkened her eyes. She did not want to be alone; she did not want to wake up and be alone, and she most certainly did not want Jerry to leave.

She slowly lowered her hands wringing them together as she openly whimpered, "Please? Just.. j-just s-stay?"

He shifted, face going red as he glanced to the tent opening and back again. His mouth twitched into a weak smile, and he stooped to pick up the coats and hang them up to dry where he could find a stray peg. "I... I'm n-not going anywhere. And... and more people will come in, I'm sure." It wasn't like they were alone. More and more trainees were pouring in around them. He glanced to Dakota hopping onto Clerice's cot and his face went redder.

"You... sure you don't want um. Anything? I c-could p-possibly find some cocoa," He coughed again, a wet noise. He wondered if they had any spare clothes for them, even a jumper or sweats. He was wet down to the bone and the feeling still hadn't come back to his fingers.

Sasha whined softly to herself; Jerry sounded like he was getting sick. And... her clothes were wet. Cold.

"Well.. uurhhg. I guess.. I guess we should get some .. dry clothes. Do you think there's some.. in here?"

God. All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep, but being warm and dry would be nice. "I just want some d-dry clothes.. and sleep. That's it."

Dakota grinned as he spooned Clerise and feigned innocence.

"Who's Sunny? You don't think she would wanna tap this instead?" He gestured to his half naked body before waggling eyebrows. "I was sure I was one of the more leaner tan people. You know...all...dark...handsome." He paused. "Wow, It's like that phrasing was meant for me." He waited another beat. "Tallllll, Darkkkkkkk, Handsome- Oh sorry, I just got in." He snuggled her closer anyways and sighed.

"Your warm all over though, warm me up Cleriseeeee." He mock whined as she took his hands.

He enjoyed the simple kiss and then...Went from her mouth to her chin to her neck...lower and lower.....

REJECTEDDDDDD. Damnit. Deflated and done.

"Aww really?" He pouted, "Not even if we are really...really quiet?" His lip almost made it to pucker mode before sighing.

"I hear you, okay no sex, only cuddles then." He seemed.....almost dejected before perking up, "Your not old Clerise, but well aged....like fine wine and cheese." His stomach grumbled....

Ofelia was watching not unlike a creepy as voyeur, though the reason behind it was because she couldn't lay down and the nurse had her resting on her knees. A bandage was being pulled around her chest, over her shirt and over the other bandages, and she had her arms lifted up so that way the wraps could extend over both shoulders as well. It was like she was giving a cheer, acting like a dancer, but really it was supposed to be helping her feel better.

The end result was her wrapped up with her jacket placed back on, her body finally being allowed to sit down and propped up against pillows. She was aching and every inch of her body either bit with injury pain or numbness from the cold. The tent was warm, a blessing, but it probably wasn't enough to shake the chill from the bones of everyone inside.

"Baaarg." Dinosaur sounds always made her feel better and this time was no exception.

Clerise giggled a little at his writhing, noting that for...later.

She rolled her eyes at how silly he was, happy that she could relax with someone like this.

For the acrobat, physical touch was everything. She hung all over anyone who put up with it and some that didn't at all. Fleeting hugs, touches, squeezes of the arm-- and sometimes, softer things.

"It's a plan~" She leaned in to whisper to him. "It's not that people are around-- it's that it's mission time~" Clerise didn't want him thinking she was something terrible, like a prude.

"I can buy my own booze, munchkin," she quipped back, pinching him just a bit-- intent on saying something else but--

All thought abandoned her. He was massaging her head, and her scalp and, god. She was melting. Melting into a puddle. "I'm glad you are, too," is Clerise's murmured reply, suddenly distracted and absolutely relaxed, nuzzling into Dakota's hands as though she were a cat.

But then their phones went off-- and a text from miss lady was not to be ignored.

"Damnit," she muttered, lips pursed. "We've gotta get out of here."

Taking Dakota by the hand, forgetting to redo her hair, Clerise left the infirmary.

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