Dropping back on her flank, Apocrita stared at you, uncertain of what to do. After your meeting with Strong Words yesterday, you had been hit with a small case of depression. You had returned straight to your room, changed into a fluffy bathrobe, and crawled into your uncomfortable bed. From there, you had chosen to forego any further meals, declining Chrysalis' offer of make up sex, and even turning away your fan club when they offered to tell you how amazing you were. Only Apocrita had been with you until it was time for her to return to her own bed, and now she was back, finding you still hadn't moved.