"Bye, Nanoha-mama, Fate-mama."
"Bye, Vivio," Nanoha called back, dragging Fate along behind her. "Take care of yourself, okay?"
"I will," she answered, closing the door. She stared at it for moment as though it were something else.
"Feels weird, doesn't it?"
She turned to face Hayate, who was seated comfortably on the sofa. "…Yeah. I'll get used to it though."
"Don't worry too much," the brunette said, popping a chip in her mouth. "It's probably harder on them than you."
"That's why I'm worried."
She chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Good point."
Vivio sighed and flopped down next to her. "You seem pretty calm."
"Nah," Hayate answered, splitting the last of the chips between them. "I'm freaking out right now."
"Could've fooled me."
Oh, the struggle to not bite on that line. She settled on an ambiguous answer. "That's because it's you," she stated, stretching her left hand toward the ceiling and examining the band's reflections. "Can't say I ever expected to wear one of these though."
The blonde scowled. "You better wear it."
"You'd have to cut off my finger."
"…I'd rather not."
Hayate grinned at her. "Then it's not a problem."
Vivio yawned and stretched out over the couch, then spent the next minute untangling her own ring from its threads. "Dumb…" she muttered, then to the woman beside her, "Aren't you tired at all?"
"Not as much as you are, I bet. Still, come on." The brunette swept her off the sofa and carried her into the bedroom. "I like the health part more than the sickness."
The blonde chuckled. "Too bad, you have to deal with both."
"I know, I know." She set Vivio on the bed and fell down on the opposite side, not particularly concerned with their attire at the moment. "There is one thing I should tell you, though…"
"What?"
"I had them soundproof this room."
Vivio rolled over and glared as best she could. "You're evil."
Hayate's eyes sparkled. "Don't quit if you're good at it," she stated, pulling the blonde into a lip lock.