( he tells her not to move, but then afterwards comes back saying he'll help her sit up if that's what she wants. it'sβcaring, warm, in a way she's found this new place to be, to her surprise. grumbling, mostly to appease her own dignity, wanda does draw her hands away from her face, but refuses to sit up.
pouting momentarily, she looks over at him as he approaches, mostly a dark figure in the surrounding darkness. )
Just give me the ice.
( muttered, but hoping that he won't just drop it on her face. she'll stay lying down, mostly to help gravity keep the ice on her nose. she does make an effort to keep her feet off the bed, because it'd be rude to put her shoes up on where this guy sleeps, so her legs are tucked over the edge of the bed.
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pouting momentarily, she looks over at him as he approaches, mostly a dark figure in the surrounding darkness. )
Just give me the ice.
( muttered, but hoping that he won't just drop it on her face. she'll stay lying down, mostly to help gravity keep the ice on her nose. she does make an effort to keep her feet off the bed, because it'd be rude to put her shoes up on where this guy sleeps, so her legs are tucked over the edge of the bed.
wanda softens considerably. )
...thanks, by the way.