[ Allura knows what she has to do, but she lets her inner child win over, even for a bit. She doesn't want to head out and put her masks on. She doesn't want to leave this room and face the monsters outside. She doesn't want to leave Shiro because she is lonely in her own room. Everyone she loves and has ever known are gone. She still has her people, but none of them are familiar, nor do they carry true affection for their monarch. She misses her father and how she would leap into his arms under the shadow of the Yellow Lion, and he would ruffle her hair and tell her stories he picked up from the Fripping Bulgogian.
But she takes what she can, whatever can fill her emotional tanks and give her strength for another day. So when Shiro seems to like what she's doing, she continues for a bit longer, listening for his noises and his breathing. It is all a welcome reminder that someone is still willing to be in her company, and trust her for a few moments to let her touch them.
Hearing the Black Lion purr at the back of her mind in rhythm with Shiro's breathing is a welcome bonus.
The sound of the lion brings her back, and this time, Allura stands to answer to a duty to herself. The quicker she is done with her wound dressing, the sooner she can return to Shiro's side. She then heads to her room, cleans herself up, dresses her wound the best she can, and changes into a lighter and less cumbersome dress. It is time enough at least for the drug's effects to completely disappear.
Once she returns, she is already bringing the hefty tray of food into Shiro's room to place it on a side table. She sits on the side of the bed, glass of water in hand. ]
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But she takes what she can, whatever can fill her emotional tanks and give her strength for another day. So when Shiro seems to like what she's doing, she continues for a bit longer, listening for his noises and his breathing. It is all a welcome reminder that someone is still willing to be in her company, and trust her for a few moments to let her touch them.
Hearing the Black Lion purr at the back of her mind in rhythm with Shiro's breathing is a welcome bonus.
The sound of the lion brings her back, and this time, Allura stands to answer to a duty to herself. The quicker she is done with her wound dressing, the sooner she can return to Shiro's side. She then heads to her room, cleans herself up, dresses her wound the best she can, and changes into a lighter and less cumbersome dress. It is time enough at least for the drug's effects to completely disappear.
Once she returns, she is already bringing the hefty tray of food into Shiro's room to place it on a side table. She sits on the side of the bed, glass of water in hand. ]
You must be hungry. Would you like to eat now?