Chloe had managed to slowly untangle herself before Ashe or B.O.B returned to the room, grabbing the pad of paper and pen that she'd been offered because yeah. Talking was definitely overrated and she wasn't sure her throat even felt better enough to actually get the words out anyway. It might have been more from lack of use at this point than damage, but that didn't matter.
She had pulled the blankets back around herself, though she was at least now sitting up, and stared at Ashe as she came in with the nail polish. Her head tilted, brow arching, and she points to it in question. Were they gonna do that together? She isn't even sure when the last time was that someone else painted her nails for her.
She reached forward to grab the food, because at least she also knows that B.O.B.'s cooking is always gonna be bomb.
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She had pulled the blankets back around herself, though she was at least now sitting up, and stared at Ashe as she came in with the nail polish. Her head tilted, brow arching, and she points to it in question. Were they gonna do that together? She isn't even sure when the last time was that someone else painted her nails for her.
She reached forward to grab the food, because at least she also knows that B.O.B.'s cooking is always gonna be bomb.