Stormy eyes gazed languidly out the window, unseeingly. Bright sparks of colored light dropped across her skin as the crystals hung from the ceiling danced to unheard music.
"'Mis?" Dick knocked on the half way open door. "'Mis are you ok? You didn't come to class today."
"Hmm? Oh." Artemis didn't move from her cat like curl. "I was sick over break and I'm still getting over it. Bett took notes for me."
There was silence for a moment; Richard examined the room Gotham Academy had granted Artemis. A multitude of crystals danced sending darts of light around the room, plants grew in the windowsill in garishly colored pots, odd little trinkets littered the surfaces, a slightly battered stuffed animal smiled at him from Artemis' limp arms, a dainty tea set steamed before her. "Would you like a cup of tea? It's white peony."
"Sure" Richard said softly, there was something vulnerable about Artemis just now, she was like a rabbit he didn't want to startle. Artemis lifted herself gingerly, trying not to disturb her still healing seams, and poured him a measure of glinting gold.
They sat in silence, taking sips every once in a while of the sweet tea, Artemis' eyes still trained on nothing, her mind seemingly thousands of miles away.
It felt odd trying to talk to her out of his Robin costume. "So how was your break?" he nearly cringed at how stupid that sounded, she had just told him she'd been sick. She just shrugged.
"I had the flu"
Another silence.
"Did I miss anything important today?"
"Not really."
"That's good."
Silence.
"Just the flu?"
"Just the flu."