[ Reassured, Ramir lets her alarm melt back into sympathy. She eases out of the sprinter's readied hold and back onto the bed properly, and from there takes a seat next to his head to brush fingers through his hair. Not in the sexy way this time, in the way she remembers her mother doing. Any ventures back into the former territory definitely sound like a bad idea. ]

Is that who taught you to almost-barf on the bed? I'm gonna have some words with that cat. [ she smiles, though. ] This isn't gonna last too much longer. It's just the last shitty little hurdle.

[ In fact, she's already feeling better. She can feel the fatigue creeping back in again, but otherwise things are starting to look up on her side. ]