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[ellectrical]

Eventually, Elle had leaned back onto the bed, curled away from Ava, watching the IV drip. The sandwiches have been consumed and the packages discarded. X is sitting at the edge of her bed – Elle has been listening to her breathing, while she waited.

She's not entirely sure what she's waiting for.

But if it's for sleep, that doesn't seem to be coming any time soon.

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[cutting_edgex23]

Awkwardly --

"I cannot throw electricity."

So they're . . . even?

[ellectrical]

There is, at least, a small smile when she answers, "I don't think you need to."

[cutting_edgex23]

X shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

If she is smiling a little, too, there is no one else around to see.

(Ava does not count.)

"I do other things. It is okay."

It should be okay for Elle, too. Right?

[ellectrical]

Her smile doesn't fade, but she glances to the side.

"Are you going to - sit there, for the whole night?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes." X's response is prompt.

But --

"I can get a chair. If that is -- better."

[ellectrical]

"I don't mind."

She barely shrugs her uninjured arm.

"If you're - okay there."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am okay," X says, nodding once. "Here."

She wasn't really planning on sleeping, anyway.

There will be time for that tomorrow. (Or maybe later today.)