The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

[okteiviakom]

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day. On Sunday, she and Duke had landed back in Fandom, and she'd failed to sleep much during the night, leading to her then passing out for most of the day, instead. And then she'd gone out to the Nest, gotten drunk, come back to the boat, and failed to fall asleep properly again until it had already been close to Tuesday morning.

And now that she had finally woken up again, she had no concept of what time it was, anymore.

But she knew her head hurt, and she felt nauseous and a little jittery. All of which felt like... oddly grounding things, after the past couple of days. Maybe it was the way her body finally felt fully as awful as the rest of her already had.

Anyway, she was keeping a close proximity to walls as she made her way out of the bedroom, finally, and towards the galley. Just in case she needed the support.

[ooc: Open!]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia hunched a little. It was the best attempt at curling into a ball currently at her disposal.

At least she also managed to take another sip of water?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a breath.

"I'm sorry, darling," he said.

He reached out to put his hand on hers. "It's the screaming into the void that feels the worst. To me, at least."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing. Couldn't find the proper response, or... any.

But she put the water down so she could cover his hand with that one. Make them that much more intertwined.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squeezed her hand.

He fell silent.

[okteiviakom]

So did Octavia.

Maybe she needed more time before she could properly talk about any of it. But at least she'd fixed whatever erroneous horrible thing he'd thought about her, even if she hadn't been able to convince to see the correct one.