[That was... unusual, too. Considering Lucy's condition, though, she mistook the odd behavior as her slipping into hypothermic territory. Freya furrowed her brow a little and stood, grasping Lucy's forearms. She hauled her roommate up, slipping under the younger woman's right arm, hooked her arm under her leg, and hauled Lucy up into a familiar carry—albeit smoothly, unlike last time.]
[Freya honestly was not looking forward to carrying someone a distance right now, tired as she was and covered in gigantic cat scratches, but Lucy's health was worrisome.]
Alright, you two, let's go. Make sure her hood's up, would you, Pen?
[Now she just had to think about how to make Lucy a warm drink when all their cups were oversized and the microwave wasn't practical. Freya couldn't exactly carry Lucy up to any of the sinks.]
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[Freya honestly was not looking forward to carrying someone a distance right now, tired as she was and covered in gigantic cat scratches, but Lucy's health was worrisome.]
Alright, you two, let's go. Make sure her hood's up, would you, Pen?
[Now she just had to think about how to make Lucy a warm drink when all their cups were oversized and the microwave wasn't practical. Freya couldn't exactly carry Lucy up to any of the sinks.]