"That's good." She ignores the guilty pang in her chest — it wasn't her fault, they already established that. She could touch Clarisse in this moment in reassurance, put a hand on her waist or her arm, but in thinking too hard about whether or not it would be weird to do something like that she misses her chance. Clarisse has sat up.

Abby watches her, slowly easing up onto an elbow. She doesn't really know what to think — still waking up, aware that this isn't the same vibe as the morning after the training yard, not sure what has replaced it. At least she doesn't feel the need to get her things and bolt, and Clarisse is sitting easy, relaxed, rubbing her eye. Whatever is going through her head, it's obviously okay.

After a moment's consideration, Abby sinks back down onto her pillow.

"Sure." That nervousness is back again, but it's not bad. It's just there. It keeps making her smile, ugh. She wants to grab Clarisse's pillow and pull it over her face or something. "I'll... be here."