"If this is too much... you should say so. I need you whole. There is no one to take care of me if you are not."

Her clothes come off without ceremony. The coin flip comes up null this time; there's too much else going on to feed any active bandwidth into something they've done so many times already. Besides, they are both women. Nothing is even possible between them. Every one of those stupid little pangs was nothing but jealousy, or... inadequacy, or shame. If it felt like excitement that was just further proof she was broken. More hauntings for the pile. 

She hobbles over to Blanche and clutches the tiger to her. If she's going to waste a day like this on pointless trivialities she might as well be comfortable while she does it. Back to the table, the usual spot. If only it was the usual maniac.

"...No leg then. Whatever. But this is frustrating. I cannot train, you say. I cannot do any of the things I want until the morning. I can't even go home. You look like you are about to pass out. Why are we bothering? Go rest if you need it, I will heal. I am fine. There is no danger. It released me the second I wound up on your back. So, what then? What are you still thinking about? Am I... that much of a disappointment?"