Redhawk Caldera rubbish

Bridget took the out that she was given and closed her eyes, trying to relax as Teya spoke and didn’t seem to be waiting on a response. She appreciated it; talking just made the nausea worse.

Unless Teya had more to ask, she would likely drift off like that, her breathing shifting into the slower patterns of sleep without really realizing it. Normally she would have hated not holding her end of the conversation, let alone rudely falling asleep in the middle of it, but at the moment she was too tired to consider it.

feel free to fade if you like <3 though I’m fine to continue too