Tired Old News [Liltotto/Giselle]

"Hey, it's me again."

There was a good handful of people Liltotto regularly checked up on who were in ill states, friends and coworkers alike, as well as family. It was a bit disheartening to see such, but for those who were recovering well it made her feel at least a little less bitter toward herself. Though not even extensive training showed such on her body, she had been working intensively to maturing her Quincy weapon, but even a visit to her mom's was enough to put things on pause for a day.

With a brief exchange, she'd come to sit down, digging through her bag for snacks as per usual, her gaze lifting to the daintier figure, one of her hands still covered in an older Sanrei Glove she had as a keepsake,

"How's the cane been holding?" She'd ask in a rather casual tone, having accepted the fact that Giselle had entirely lost her abilities weeks ago. Maybe it'd help in people trusting her a little better, she'd figure.

She blinked, appearing a bit glad that the woman was in high spirits and taking care of herself - it was nothing compared to how poorly she'd gotten off from the situation in the beginning. It made Liltotto feel a bit.. Relieved, that she was alright, even if her blank expression didn't tell such, "Yeah. Pizza sounds good."

Lil couldn't help but feel just a tiny bit bad about how poorly she's been eating - it'd been near nothing but junk food or sloppily put together meals that she could make with a portable stove in a tent. Even if her body took all of it without negative effect, it didn't stop her from feeling like crap with the stuff she was eating. Always put it off, one more day, one more day, before she could have better food. Her new excuse was that Dorian's cooking would just taste much better if she'd go a long time without eating it at this point, not that it entirely made her feel better about eating like a hobo.

"Yeah, sorry. Forgot to uh... Charge my phone." She'd awkwardly rub the back of her head, not being far from the truth - she didn't really try to charge her device much, having been practically disconnected from any online excursions. Amber eyes wordlessly drifted to the glove still on her dominant hand as Giselle pointed it out,

"Oh. Yeah. I've been using it for training..." She'd mumble out, eying the glove and dropping her hand. "Things... Suck. So as usual, I think." Her head would dip a little, her features visibly tired rather than bored as normal. She looked (and kind of smelled) like she was going through something.

A little 'oof' came from her when Giselle came in to hug her, remembering the familiar motion often leaving her dangling off the ground in the woman's embrace. A lot changed in a year, huh? She got bigger, and Giselle got weaker... She hadn't a clue how she felt about that. Right back to eating she did as she was released, but she stopped mid chew with her comment, before slowly working back into chewing and swallowing what she had in her mouth, her gaze averted as if not acknowledging it would make the other woman's thoughts flick away from it.

Oh what she'd give to be so lucky, her gaze lifting to look at her red eyes, eyes narrowed, as she'd push the cane away from her chin with a gentle push of her fingertips. She wanted to convey annoyance, not make her fall over, after all.

"Ah jeeze don't do that..." She'd mumble, cheeks becoming lightly flushed with embarrassment, "..I haven't even been home the past few weeks, there wouldn't even be anything to check."

Her hands rested squarely on her lap, "I'veee... Been living in a tent. On the beach... For... That time. I didn't wanna go home," She'd slouch some, "There isn't really... Anything to fix. I think."

She genuinely had to think about it for a moment. The last time she went home she just felt... Wrong. She couldn't describe it, but the darkness and isolation just felt heavier since the tournament went by town. Or maybe since she started training? Or maybe since the attack? She couldn't place it. Even sleeping with all the lights on and windows open didn't help. She just felt pulled to the beach, for whatever reason. It always was someplace she wanted to go by if she had an opportunity in her life, but she loathed getting in the water and especially hated boats. She just always felt like she'd sink straight down if she ever fell off, a weird thought considering she never almost drowned before in her life or anything.

"I mean, yeah.. I guess I can't live alone in an apartment forever." She would want to not have to cross town every time just to check on her mom, and it wasn't like she could ask to live with Dorian yet - they'd barely been together half a year. Staying with Giselle again didn't sound like a bad idea, least in this age they weren't gonna be treated like a witch and her changeling,

"As far as the beach... I dunno, I just felt like going there I guess," She'd admit, "I've been.. Feeling weird lately. I'm a lot more tired, sometimes when i'm lying alone I swear I hear someone near me, but.. It's probably just the waves. I don't know. Once I dozed off without wanting to and..."

She'd pause for a moment, her face scrunching up slightly, "..And... I don't remember actually. Usually when I have dreams they're really fucked up so I try not to sleep, but it was different."

Leaning against Giselle, she earnestly didn't know what to make of what was going on. She genuinely felt like she was just losing or mind or something. Maybe she was just stressed, but she didn't allow those emotions to interfere with her duties, but of course they would always be there, at the back of her mind, when she was no longer busy. It was hard to put things into words to begin with, and she felt squeamish disclosing what little she did now, "..I mean, i'm sure it'll be alright. I'm probably tired or something."

Of course that attempt to be reassuring wouldn't work, but it was something to at least help her parental figure not be wrought with worry. Though, with the mentioning of Austria and Erchanhardt, she remembered their brief meeting. Ah shit, he got hit too? Was there just some arrancar fuckery happening behind the scenes or was it just a coincidence? She almost felt on edge all over again, but she tucked those emotions away.

"S-sure but.. Giselle, i'm staying with the Vandenreich," She'd force her voice to remain calm and steady as she spoke, "I don't mind the idea of living with you, but it'd have to be within the city, or something. You might be done but i'm going to be at it for.. Probably as long as old habits don't show up again. I get you want us to be together but I.. I gotta stay... I.."

She felt her chest tighten, but she forced the words on her mind out, "...I don't.. Want what happened forever ago to happen again. I don't want new nightmares."