[She'd insisted that she was fine, dammit, and he knew that she was. Probably. But the swaying of the shell under their back, and the crackling, peeling annoyance of her skin, and... maybe she was just tired, shut up.
Maybe.
But she accepts the coconut with what little grace she has, which isn't much. He's peeled it with his talons, cracked it open on who-knows-what and for a minute or two the absurdity doesn't even occcur to her. The water inside is just... so sweet. A whole damn bowlful, and she could have drunk twenty.]
...Thanks. [She's not done being stubborn, though.] What about you?
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Maybe.
But she accepts the coconut with what little grace she has, which isn't much. He's peeled it with his talons, cracked it open on who-knows-what and for a minute or two the absurdity doesn't even occcur to her. The water inside is just... so sweet. A whole damn bowlful, and she could have drunk twenty.]
...Thanks. [She's not done being stubborn, though.] What about you?