[Diana is used to running on little sleep, it's true, but there's a difference between little and none at all. Even for her, this is nearly too much to bear. Nearly. She's holding on to herself by a thread, and though Diana has always been particularly in touch with her emotions for an Amazon (a product of having the luxury of childhood, Antiope used to say), she very much wishes she was not. One moment she's laughing hysterically at something that isn't even a joke, and the next she's on the verge of weeping. Right now she faces the latter, and a million reasons why are piling up in her head, and she can't choose one to focus on.
When she hears her name, she turns her bleary gaze to the woman who spoke it, and she takes a few deep breaths in and out, trying to get a hold of herself. Bobbie reminds of of an Amazon, reminds her of home. That's something Diana can put her attention to, and it helps her speak without letting her voice break.]
I'm just-- [She sighs, struggling to find the right words.] I'm just tired, Bobbie. [And she forces herself to look at the other woman, really look, and her brow creases with concern despite her own fluctuating emotions.] Are you okay?
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When she hears her name, she turns her bleary gaze to the woman who spoke it, and she takes a few deep breaths in and out, trying to get a hold of herself. Bobbie reminds of of an Amazon, reminds her of home. That's something Diana can put her attention to, and it helps her speak without letting her voice break.]
I'm just-- [She sighs, struggling to find the right words.] I'm just tired, Bobbie. [And she forces herself to look at the other woman, really look, and her brow creases with concern despite her own fluctuating emotions.] Are you okay?