Farah sighed, resting her head back to rest on the seat of her bed- herself slumped ungraciously on the floor, utterly exhausted.

She may or may not have over done it slightly these past few weeks but she didn't dare think the words 'burnt out', she wouldn't be that selfish whilst her people were suffering. To fight for them wasn't a burden.

She heard the door slowly open, she couldn't be bothered to look up at who it was until you kneeled down next to her, placing a plate down and a cup of coffee with you.

"You know you're supposed to knock, right?" She said, sounding just as bad as she looked. Still, you made her smile.

You were too sweet for her, she would never deserve you.