She stared up at the ceiling for a time. Willed herself to get up. Tried to muster everything she had.

It was hard. It was so hard.

Her conversation with [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] churned in her head. Roaki was...was so much like her. So much like her that it made her sick. Did she really—

Yes. She really did. What other choice did she have?

She looked over at Dahlia, sleeping peacefully. Then, nerves tearing at her skin, she reached out and—no. It could wait. Let her sleep for a little longer. So she levered herself up, slid on her sneakers, and walked out into the pavilion proper. Her stomach was tight against itself, and she remembered with a grimace that she hadn't eaten more than a few bites at dinner yesterday. She felt sick. But she knew she needed to eat, needed to fuel herself. It would be a trial. But it certainly wouldn't be the worst of the day.

Following the smell of breakfast, she arrived at the mess. A buffet of tasty-looking foods was spread out on a long banquet-style table, people steadily shuffling down it as they waited their turn.

As she passed by the tables, the conversation quieted. She hadn't changed out of her clothing from yesterday, but it didn't matter really, she'd be wearing her pilot suit soon anyway. Eyes baggy and sore, she picked up a plate and walked to the back of the line.

It parted in front of her, and she groaned, rubbing her hand down her face. "[color=FFE63D]Just take your food,[/color]" she said tiredly, propping herself against the narrow end and refusing to move on. There was silence for another few seconds, but once she still made no move, the line reformed. She waited in it, glad of the momentary grip on normalcy. She knew it wouldn't last long.

Piling her plate with eggs, bacon, sausage, and a bunch of assorted Casobani breakfast foods she didn't [i]fully[/i] recognize, she scanned over the tables, searching with a questing eye before she finally found Besca, sitting near the back corner. Plodding over, she dumped herself in the chair next to her, put down her plate, then placed her face none-to-gently against the white tablecloth.

"[color=FFE63D]Morning.[/color]"