[ by now, it's quite late, and Fiora's tired from both the trial and the heated discussion that followed - a discussion which led to no real conclusions for either side, leaving her with more doubt and unease than she'd started with. She's out in the dining hall rather than the kitchen, resting her head on her arms quietly, and Alphinaud would be forgiven for thinking he's walked in on her passed out again - but she lifts her head up quickly when she realizes she has company. ]
I'm not napping! [ a beat. ] Oh... Alphinaud! I didn't know it was you.
week 4, saturday night BABEEEEY
I'm not napping! [ a beat. ] Oh... Alphinaud! I didn't know it was you.