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Her hand gripped her bedpost, and his hand steadied her. "I probably should have eaten something," she admitted quietly, already mentally beating herself over her minor relapse.

When the room stopped spinning, she took a deep breath and made her way to the bathroom. The sounds of the shower being turned on and the curtain being adjusted

It took longer than usual, but soon the door opened and steam poured out followed by Tourma in a towel with her long hair already tied back in a wet french braid. She glanced over at Ken as she debated over sending him out of the room so she could do her usual after shower air dry or just saying '******** it' and going about her business as if he weren't there.

She chose the latter, but chose to keep her towel on as she bent over to pick up a clean bra from the floor. "What's the temperature like?" The question was asked as she pilfered through her vast collection of colorful, 'pretty' underwear. Every so often, she'd pull one out and inspect it.

Of course it matter if the skivvies matched.

Skivvies securely on, she took off the towel, using it to try and soak some more of the moisture from it. Meanwhile, she listened to him and tried to find something to wear.

A simple (for her) black and white polka dotted dress was shrugged on, and then a solid purple sweater, unbuttoned. A pair of lavender legwarmers, some jewelry, and a pair of black flats later and she was ready.

Making her way over to him, she climbed carefully up onto her bed for the first time in the better part of the week. Even though she knew it was safe, she still felt uneasy as she nudged herself under his raised arm, wrapping her own around his stomach and hugging him to her. "Thank you," she murmured against the fabric of his t-shirt.

The glory of Waffle House was that no fashion was too good for Waffle House. Hell, she had seen people in prom dresses go to the WF at odd hours of the night.

Plus, after she had looked like a** for four days, she figured she had to balance it out somehow. "Where ever you want to go is fine with me," she decided, letting her eyes flutter closed from the soothing motions against her back.

"Do you like Thai food?" She asked, oblivious to what time it was currently.

Mmm... Pad Thai.

Licking her lips as her stomach growled approvingly, she peeked up at him and cautiously brushed her lips to just under his chin. "Only if you drive, and tell me about your weekend."

She was perplexed by his comment, but simply assumed that it had been boring and uneventful, like most house sittings tended to go. It didn't matter, because she lost her train of thought when he nuzzled against her hair.

Her stomach swirled with a mixture of empty anguish and what she could only describe as 'girl feelings' fluttering around in her chest somewhere. Luckily, she managed to catch a murr from escaping her throat.

"I'm starving," she finally declared. However, she made no effort to move or start getting up.

She looked amused at the hand, but took it with a smile as she sat up. It was a cute, thoughtful gesture, after all.

And it kept her sturdy when the dizziness hit once more.

Even with the spins, Tourma felt much better than she had since pre-bed busting. The shower had obviously helped, but she was even more grateful for his intervention. Otherwise, who knows what she would have done.