[ Relena stares at the ceiling while she listens to Duo ramble on. About half of it actually hits her ears right now. She lets out another sigh, rolling halfway over before pushing herself up onto her weak arms to look across the room at him.

There's no humor in her, but no anger, just a full blown look of fatigue with a touch of guilt. She doesn't care that her towel's fallen open. She doesn't care that her hair is starting to tangle from her rolling around. She just wants to figure out what's wanted of her here. ]

Listen. I've been sitting in a dungeon for two months. I just. Want a damn bed or a couch for a few days while I can. I can find it elsewhere, if this is such a big deal. Just - please, don't cause such a fuss over me. It's not worth it, Duo. It's really not.