Dragoncrest Cliffs time isn't real, nothing is real, avocados are half off

mallaidh's explanation makes sense and blix accepts it without much thought. she tilts her head a little, scooting closer (stealing as much closeness as she can, really, under the guise of being in close quarters to begin with). "how often is that?" the commander asks softly, with a hint of concern -- though it's probably none of her business, furi's sleeping habits. 
the adrenaline of finding her bruised and bloody has worn down, leaving blix feeling a little tender, a little vulnerable. there's a flicker of anger of course but it's easier to compartmentalize -- mallaidh's injuries are bad but not life threatening, and she wants to respect her wishes. it's been... "a while since we were close like this, huh," she mumbles, not realizing the thought comes out aloud 'til the end. coloring under her fur she ducks her head, hoping furi won't catch her silly sentimental thoughts -- no need to ruin whatever awkward, fragile thing has settled between them.