Safiya waved off her concerns with a dismissive puff. "Nah. It'll be fine. As tired as I am right now, I probably won't even notice it. I dunno if you feel like a shower, but I've got both in my room, so it should help." She let out another yawn, feeling the fatigue now. At this rate, she might collapse onto the bed by the time they got to her room. Her room wasn't particularly large, but she had a couch, and some extra pillows and covers. It'd probably do, and even though Camli might not be expecting it, she was going to end up letting her have her bed temporarily anyway. She did win, after all.
It had been a while since Safiya tasted defeat, but she didn't feel too bad about it. Well, mentally anyway. She talked funny, but Camli was an interesting person. Maybe once all this was over, they could go out for drinks. She seems like she'd be a fun drinking partner. And maybe drunk, she'd be able to understand more than half of what she had to say. Or it'd be worse. It'd probably be worse. But that's probably fine too. All of that was for another day, though, as right now, she'd gotten a fight worth remembering. And she'll be remembering it for the next few days every time she stretches too far outward.
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I can assure you, that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. And I wouldn't have it any other way.