Charlotte Frances Xavier: erikalensherr: thegoodshepherdess: erikalensherr: thegoodshepherdess:…
Dear god. Why did I ever let Charlotte talk me into going to that event, let alone touching the alcohol.
Hangover, my dear?
You sound far too happy. How are you able to do this…
*She gratefully accepts the water and aspirin, uncapping the bottle and swallowing down a painkiller.*
I’ll be fine, Charlotte. Don’t fuss. It’s only a headache. *She’s smiling a little though.*
You feel like you have a fever. Are you cold?
[She frowns, clearly not amused at the fact that Erika is smiling about her health.]