Thank you, Lup.

(Lup's arm is warm around her shoulders: this, and the promise of company really helps Lucretia to relax completely. She sinks back into the couch with a sigh, arms folding loosely across her chest. Thank god, honestly. She hadn't been looking forward to spending her first night here alone in her room, but hadn't been feeling up to asking anybody for company, either. Not with how the afternoon had gone. Thankfully, Lup provides the perfect balance of 'down for sleepovers always' and 'isn't as mad as she could have been about this whole future deal'.)

Yeah, that sounds good. Though I'll give you fair warning: there's a lot to fill you in on. (Oh. Of course Lup doesn't know about the cycle she spent alone. Lucretia doesn't know how she feels about that. Perhaps she can skip around it– but she's hardly talked about it since it happened, and there is a little, reasonable voice in the back of her mind that knows that she really ought to, despite her reservations.

She sighs. Everything feels unnecessarily complicated.) And not all of it's good.