[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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building 2 (mess hall)[/centre]

Niesha didn't know what to do, when Sophia kissed her. The warmth of Sophia's lips on hers, the taste that she couldn't quite describe, the simply closeness, the...the positive, almost comforting feeling of it against not all the recent troubles, but the last three years...She felt a warmth spreading through her body, from her chest, her heart, outwards towards her extremities made her feel like she was...coming alive. She returned Sophia's kiss, the young woman having very little experience in any such physical activities, and she was never good with words when it came to expressing herself. 

Before Niesha could fully respond, Sophia had stepped away. She didn't want her to, and yet she couldn't make herself say anything, do anything. She watched Sophia run over to the pot, turning it off. She didn't know what attracted her to Sophia, but maybe that didn't matter. She swallowed, her mouth dry, and was very tempted to tag a swig of the distilled water, close at hand. She ran a hand through her hair, reaching back to tie it away from her face, to prevent any hair falling into the medicines she would be making. 

She looked back to Sophia, [color=fff200]"I like you, too. I...I'm not good at expressing myself like this..."[/color] She let out a slow breath, glancing to the medical supplies she had to make up, and back to Sophia. [color=fff200]"This is probably going to take a while...I had an evening planned...I'm sorry. But I've at least got to get the Witch Hazel done"[/color] She felt like she would be disappointing Sophia, that after everything, she was just blowing her off. She didn't want her to think that. 

[color=fff200]"Would...would you stay? You don't have to...I just...With you being in the infirmary...the mess today turned out to be...I just...want to be with you"[/color]