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Recovery

Sighing, Juri finished off the last of the dishes lingering in Asagi's sink. Asagi's get-togethers were growing to be legendary, but the resulting mess tended to be just as epic. Even though there had been a minimum of vomiting, lampshades on heads, and bedsheets as togas; there was still quite a bit of vacuuming to do, and dishes to wash and trash to wrangle.

"I don't even know how you're that awake," Asagi mumbled from the kitchen table. Juri had slept over on the sofa, though she would have taken the floor if she'd known Nicol was going to be staying as well. But he, Miguel and Mayura had settled together on a pile of blankets. Orga had taken a recliner. Tolle had settled protectively against the sofa, and at some point he'd gathered a blanket. Rusty had been dragged to Asagi's bed, of course.

"I... don't know how you're so carefree," Juri admitted.

"M'not," Asagi replied quickly, before nursing her coffee for a moment. "I think I'm just coming to terms differently. Cope how you need to. It's not like any of us are going to hold it against you."

Juri stared at the mug she'd been drying.

Slowly, she nodded. "Thanks, Asagi."