[Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Silver. Clarissa's pretty damn certain she would win even if Silver wasn't down for the count. She'll glare half-heartedly back at him for that look he just gave her, too...
But, well, whatever. As long as he's sitting she's satisfied for now. She reaches for the glass of water and painkillers — even if Silver doesn't want the meds she's willing to bet he hasn't been given anything to eat or drink all day. She holds the glass out to him.]
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But, well, whatever. As long as he's sitting she's satisfied for now. She reaches for the glass of water and painkillers — even if Silver doesn't want the meds she's willing to bet he hasn't been given anything to eat or drink all day. She holds the glass out to him.]
How bad does your head hurt?