“I’m just… just gonna.. take five...”
"That's what you get for being a show-off."
“Says the girl who made a statue of Venus in the blink of an eye.” Erin taunted and swatted Briar’s hand away before letting her arm flop down limply onto the ground once more.
"Are you going to head into the rooms? Maybe one of you can take her there? I'd hate to mistake her for a rug and wipe my shoe on her face."
Erin scowled again, but it was really only to suppress a smirk. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t do that.”
"Or I could just make her a makeshift bed over here."
“That would be more appreciated.” Erin smiled at Briar, but her attention was turned back to Warren, who was about to trying to burn the metal off of her. “N-no thank you!” Erin’s eyes went wide as she rolled a few times to get away from Warren’s flaming hands. “I’m not unconscious! I can take care of this myself!” She huffed.
Erin let out a relieving sigh as Warren walked off to do something else. Reluctantly and with a lot of grunting and groaning, she managed to drag herself to her feet. Shaking like a dog, she shed the metal suit, each of the pieces falling to the ground with an echoing clattering sound. She stumbled and dragged her heavy feet towards the sand cot Briar had made for her. With yet another grunt, she simply let herself fall onto her back on the small.
Erin sighed. “Thanks, Rosa.” She muttered, her arms hanging off the sides of the cot. “I’ll be fine. I just need to take a breather. Using my powers like that… takes a lot out of me.” She looked up at Briar and flashed a soft smile.