Brisa stumbled forwards, her eyes heavy, her head dizzy from the way she could see into things now, like her ma, from the way everything about her body felt unfamiliar, unwieldy, at once terribly powerful and fragile enough to shatter.
"How far?" she mumbled to Starr. "T'the Guild."
Starr tightened her grip on Brisa's shoulder as a sort of reassurance. "Not much further, almost there. Which room is--eh, I'll find it."
Brisa mumbled her room number. Starr evolved, huh? Yeah. Definitely. She was so tall. Wow.
Hadn't she slept long enough in the Voidlands? Why was she so tired? Her luxray vision was disorienting. She hadn't the knack of turning it on and off yet, and it gave her a headache when she saw through too much at once. She kept her eyes shut, since that seemed to force it off, and let Starr guide her.
She heard a door open. She wanted to be in a bed more than anything, by sky and stars and storms.
"It's nothing. Someone's gotta make your sorry ass get some damn sleep," said Starr. She shoved Brisa – gently – and she tumbled sideways and onto her bed.
"I'll sleep," she mumbled. "I'll sleep. I promise."
The fatigue hurt. Gods. She'd always expected to feel stronger after evolving, but instead she just felt useless. At least she could sleep, and that was what Starr was asking of her...
There was a pause.
"Alright," said Starr. "You need anything before I go? Like, water or something?"
I need you not to go.
Brisa choked on the words. She couldn't say that. The thought even occurring to her felt unacceptable. An imposition. Starr already said she was gonna go...
Y'don't want her to, though. What's the harm in askin'?
"Could you stay?" Brisa asked, so quietly she wasn't sure Starr would hear her.
Another pause, then: "Yeah, alright."
Starr lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, and helped Brisa budge over to give her room to sit comfortably. Then she just leaned her weight against Brisa's side. It felt comfortable. Warm. Like a living blanket, even. Even when Brisa closed her eyes, she couldfeel that Starr was still there. With her.
She wanted to say something. She didn't know what.
This is good. Y'should get t'be happy about it. An' so should she.
Starr's weight shifted very slightly, as if she was inclining an ear to listen.
"I'm really glad you're here."
If Starr replied, Brisa was unconscious before she heard it.