A runny nose was just plain gross, and the stuffy nose that followed and occasionally necessitated a bit a of unseemly mouth-breathing was embarrassing and had her hiding behind a handkerchief. She wanted to curl up in her weyr and not leave it, though it was less because of how she felt and more because of how she looked and sounded, but she wasn't sick enough to excuse holing up and missing lessons and chores whether she wanted to or not. Those were finally, blessedly done for the day, and with dinner through as well (though she'd only choked down about half of her meal, mostly at Menankith's insistence), she now shuffled her way out of the dining hall with an uncharacteristic slouch. Up to this point, she'd forced herself through the day standing straight and pretending she didn't want to crawl into a hole, but pride or no, she just didn't have the energy for it tonight. Muzzy head intent on just getting back to Menankith and up to their weyr so that she could finally sleep, she paid little mind to anything other than not tripping over her own feet on the way.
Bad enough that she was gross and snotty, she was not going to be a gross and snotty heap on the floor. Nope.
Uta
only like a month and a half later. >>