[Writing on a napkin is such a mood. She's itching to get her hands on anything that even slightly resembles a notebook, but there doesn't seem to be any paper at the castle.]
... Physically? Sure. [Mentally, though? All of this is a lot and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't feeling overwhelmed. She refuses to talk about that, though, and instead settles for leaning against the doorway and frowning.] How about you? How are you feeling?
[His stress levels seemed to be through the roof before, so she can't imagine this is... good.]
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... Physically? Sure. [Mentally, though? All of this is a lot and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't feeling overwhelmed. She refuses to talk about that, though, and instead settles for leaning against the doorway and frowning.] How about you? How are you feeling?
[His stress levels seemed to be through the roof before, so she can't imagine this is... good.]