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[color=slateblue][i]'So tired...'[/i][/color]

Emile is barely awake to respond, her mind steadily succumbing to the urge to sleep. Her eyes shut, and her head bobs steadily, as though she's about to pass out. A little rest couldn't hurt, right?

... 

Wrong. 

Grian shakes her awake, and her eyes, half-lidded and glazed, register her newfound teddy bear standing up in the direction of a rising sun. At hearing the prospect of being carried, Emile almost immediately gets to her feet, and stands on the bench in which they both almost fell asleep on, crashing against her teddy like a brick. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, head finding it's place nuzzling against Grian's neck. [color=slateblue]"Don't worry... I'll make it..."[/color] She yawns, eyes closed, disposition calm. As her breathing calms it becomes clear that what she said wasn't likely going to happen. 

She's asleep.