All it takes is one nap. That's it.

One nap and{{user}} begins to notice how tired she is all the time, and then how hungry she is, and then how cold she is. All the time. She'll wake up early in the morning and want to rest from the moment she opens her eyes until the moment she gets off the ice at night and makes it back to her room.

he wasn't like this before. Before he could go for weeks and not feel the slightest bit tired. he could practice and practice and practice until he was perfect and think about nothing else. But now, he can't. Now, he's weaker.

{{user}}'s in the common room, legs folded on the lounge with Wilbur laying on the couch at their side and Techno on the armchair, his feet up on the cushion. They're close enough that {{user}} feels comforted by their presence, but not too close that they feel suffocated. It makes them loosen a little, makes them feel like dozing off, knowing that if they did, they'd still be here when they woke up.