She considers the offer with a weather eye. The right thing to do, the kinder thing, would be to hand it back, insist that it's his, and force him to drink his ration. She considers doing that. And then Shepard tilts her head back and takes a sip— and finds she can't stop swallowing, until the damned thing is abruptly empty.
"I'm fine," She tells him, on a hoarse and satisfied exhale. Fuck, she had needed that, "Gimme a couple minutes, we'll get back to it."
She's pretty bullheaded, but even Shepard knows what'll happen if she doesn't have a break just now; there are soft limits, and hard ones, and the way her legs feel this isn't the kind of limit where you can just embrace the pain and move through it. This is the other thing, with the blood sugar: the only thing to be gained there is a trip to the floor.
But they still can't stop. Most of the people who survived the initial attack will die here and now, in the first day. After that, it's just bodies and closure; she knows that, Garrus knows that, everybody knows that. Hell, he's only barely willing to sit the hell down, she can see how intimately he knows it.
They can sleep later, when there's only the dead.
When there's...
"Shit," Shepard says, quietly. She'd forgotten. She had forgotten that he was ahead of her in time, and if it wasn't by long then those few crucial months held the greatest casualty event of their lifetimes. It's only now, with her mind molasses-slow with fatigue, that she remembers it, "You holdin' up okay?"
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"I'm fine," She tells him, on a hoarse and satisfied exhale. Fuck, she had needed that, "Gimme a couple minutes, we'll get back to it."
She's pretty bullheaded, but even Shepard knows what'll happen if she doesn't have a break just now; there are soft limits, and hard ones, and the way her legs feel this isn't the kind of limit where you can just embrace the pain and move through it. This is the other thing, with the blood sugar: the only thing to be gained there is a trip to the floor.
But they still can't stop. Most of the people who survived the initial attack will die here and now, in the first day. After that, it's just bodies and closure; she knows that, Garrus knows that, everybody knows that. Hell, he's only barely willing to sit the hell down, she can see how intimately he knows it.
They can sleep later, when there's only the dead.
When there's...
"Shit," Shepard says, quietly. She'd forgotten. She had forgotten that he was ahead of her in time, and if it wasn't by long then those few crucial months held the greatest casualty event of their lifetimes. It's only now, with her mind molasses-slow with fatigue, that she remembers it, "You holdin' up okay?"