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"I didn't get him, Allie. I didn't get him and I couldn't protect you. This has been a shitty, shitty day."
Allura smiles, though there is visible strain around her eyes. "It's fine. We're here to fight another day, with all our faculties even if there was something of a set-back."
Kima's frown doesn't lessen by a single twitch. "Cowardly son of a bitch," she snarls under her breath.
"Kima, the matter is done," Allura says, gently, but also sounding just a bit like someone's mother. "Please, there is more to do, more to worry about-"
"More dragons to kill." Her holy avenger is leaning up against the wall next to the bed. She gives it a disappointed glance; it hasn't had a chance to get a good workout yet, and she doesn't want it to be just a display piece. "I'll be back in a little bit," Kima says suddenly, and without waiting for a word from Allura, walks out.
She takes a vigorous ten minute walk, letting her angry thoughts foment until… they fade, and Lady Kima of Vord is just tired . She's tired and she wants to sleep in a comfortable bed and know that Allie is safe.
The room is dark when Kima gets back except for a mostly shuttered lantern, leaving just enough light for her without it being too disruptive for Allie to sleep. Bahamut knew the woman needed it. They all did.
Allura's breathing is deep and even as Kima undresses down to just a shift and gets into bed. Of course Allie is in one of her ridiculously gorgeous and impractical nightgowns, and Kima can't resist sliding her rough, calloused hands over it. Under any other circumstances, Allie would tsk at the action, Kima not having the luxury of a proper bath to get all the filth and grime from under her nails, but they're both so exhausted it doesn't really matter.
For as pretty as the gown is, it's replaceable, and Allie isn't.
Kima sighs, doesn't care that Allie's hair smells of ash, and slips into sleep.