[Allison tosses off a little wave, then kills the feed.
She takes more like thirty to forty minutes, luxuriating in the shower (she doesn't care what anyone says, she can feel the coma on her, the two weeks of sleep and the lack of activity clinging to her skin and muscles and gritty in her eyes.). She changes into leggings and a sports bra, throwing an oversized t-shirt over it that slouches off one shoulder because the gym is next, so she can remind her body what it feels like to move again.
Later, she'll hit the pub. Now that Duke is gone, it's her responsibility. She made sure of that.
So, later than she promised, Allison is knocking on the door of Lydia's cabin. Once the door is answered, the first important issue springs to her lips.]
Who's been taking care of Brownie and Duchess while I was out?
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She takes more like thirty to forty minutes, luxuriating in the shower (she doesn't care what anyone says, she can feel the coma on her, the two weeks of sleep and the lack of activity clinging to her skin and muscles and gritty in her eyes.). She changes into leggings and a sports bra, throwing an oversized t-shirt over it that slouches off one shoulder because the gym is next, so she can remind her body what it feels like to move again.
Later, she'll hit the pub. Now that Duke is gone, it's her responsibility. She made sure of that.
So, later than she promised, Allison is knocking on the door of Lydia's cabin. Once the door is answered, the first important issue springs to her lips.]
Who's been taking care of Brownie and Duchess while I was out?