Memory and Music

It took maybe a few seconds for Lena to process what was going on; she was half-tempted to lean into Charlie's touch and let her hold her like she used to let her mom when she would have a dizzy spell as a child, but she knew that she needed to be strong and instead she shook free of Charlie's grasp, moving forward and unlocking the trunk for Reggie. 

"I'm fine," she spoke vehemently, her brown eyes meeting Charlie's guiltily before turning her attention to Reggie. She took a couple of his bags, pursing her lips worriedly as she had a habit of doing, aware of the achy fatigue that had very slowly begun to creep over her. Gods, what she would do for a cup of tea. They threesome began to meander back towards camp with their packages in hand, and Lena locked her car, shoving the keys back into her pocket.

Reggie looked at the girls, concerned. Lena had seemed a little to angry about being fine. Reggie took the bags that Lena hadn't taken, and then reached forward to take the rest from her. She didn't seem like she should be carrying anything, whether it was light clothes or not. As they walked towards the mess hall, Reggie wondered if he should be taking the clothes back to his cabin. He decided it could wait, though, because he didn't want to leave the two girls alone; one had just woken uo with memory loss and the other looked like she was going to faint.

Reggie tried to take Lena's shopping bags, and she shot daggers at him with her eyes; she had an icy, unwavering stare that could disconcert even the most secure person. She didn't mean to be crass with the poor guy, but Lena hated it when people tried to do things for her out of pity that she could easily do for herself. Maybe it was a control thing, but if Lena was physically capable, she was going to do for herself. At this point she turned her attention to Charlie, softening slightly as her friend spoke and laughing at the noises made by her stomach.

"I'm sorry about before; I didn't mean to be so rude about it. I'm fine, I just had a dizzy spell because I got up too quickly. Eating, yes, I could definitely go for something," she admitted, smiling slightly before turning to Reggie. Now she handed him her bags; they had neared the mess hall and they most certainly weren't going to bring all of their parcels inside. "If you want to meet us back here you can, but you probably want to go put these bags in your cabin," Lena suggested, gesturing towards the courtyard. She figured that Charlie needed a couple minutes to recover from her ordeal, although she was sure Reggie would be back in no time. He was almost like a lost puppy dog that they'd found, with those round blue eyes and the earnest look he gave her when he asked questions. Granted, if he was a lost puppy dog he was an overgrown puppy who'd been left in the kennel for a few years too long, confused and behind his time.