[ there's something almost...insulting about the prompting, as though she were some wayward child and not a fully grown woman in the prime of her life. her lips thin, but instead of (once again) arguing back or demanding the proper respect be shown, she just picks herself up off the floor and goes to grab the blanket to wrap around her shoulders.

she's not the hydro archon anymore. she's not really much of anyone anymore. ]

It's Furina. [ quietly. ] This place is so big....surely they could have each given us our own separate rooms with plenty to spare? Or at least given us separate beds.

[ though she has to admit, all that body warmth was nice.... ]