RELIEF ISN'T ALWAYS BLISSFUL - open; helmet

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

The gentle lull of nighttime always drew Suiteheart from where she lay. The white feline, like Carolina, had not rested easy since her rebirth or reincarnation - or whatever else have you. Then again, Suite had never had much luck sleeping anyhow. She recounted sleepless nights where she would lie awake in her room, counting the cracks in the ceiling. She could remember sitting outside, counting every single star she could see until dawn bloomed like the most beautiful flower in the entire garden... It wasn't her fault; her brain just didn't shut off.

It never had. Not even as a child.

Tonight was no different. The ivory femme was traipsing the territory, head craned back ever so slightly to see the stars which were like bullet holes against a deep navy sky. The moon was hanging high and brightly, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if she ought to wake Cooper and go to the coast with him. The Admiral thought better of it. He needed his rest after being sick.

The sudden noise of movement in water was what drew her nearer to Carolina. Suiteheart arrived just in time to see the serval toss herself onto dry land, clutching something. "Holy fuck," she called, moving closer. "I've heard of night swims, but this takes the cake - you're fucking drenched." A little laugh escaped her as she waved a paw, hoping to strip all the water from Carolina's fur with her elemental powers. Taking a seat, her eyes locked onto the helmet. "The hell's that?"

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